The poets of the Franklin Square Foundry had been ordered out on strike!
Well might the heads of the various departments look grave, for never before in the history of the factory had there been a strike in its literary department. Down in Pearl Street the poets were congregated5 in groups, talking over the situation and casting ominous6 glances at the great window, through which they could faintly distinguish the forms of the men against whose tyranny they had rebelled.
Suddenly a tall form loomed7 up in the centre of a large group of excited men. It was a master poet who had climbed up on some boxes to address his comrades; and they grew quiet and closed in about him to hear his words.
“Prosers, rhymesters, and dialectists,” exclaimed the master poet, “the time has come for us to make a stand against the oppression of those who call themselves our masters. The time has come for the men who toil8 day after day in yonder tall factory to denounce the infamous9 system by which they are defrauded10 of the greater part of their wretched pittance11. You know, of course, that I am speaking of the ruinous competition of scab or non-union labor12. See that cart!” he cried, pointing to a square, one-horse vehicle, similar to those employed in the delivery of coal, which had been backed up against the curb13 in front of the factory.
“Do you know what that cart contains? See those men remove the iron scuttle14 on the sidewalk, and listen to the roar and rumble15 as the cart discharges its contents into the cellar beneath the pavement! Is that coal they are putting in with which to feed the tireless engine that furnishes motive16 power to the factory? No, my friends; that is a load of jokes for the back page of Harper’s Bazar, collected from the sweating-shops about Washington Square and Ninth Street. Do those jokes bear the union label? They do not. Many of them, no doubt, are made by Italians and Chinese, to the shame and degradation17 of our calling.”
The master poet’s words were received with a howl of rage that reached the ears of the men who were closeted in the business office, and brought a pallor to their stern, set faces.
“There is no time to be lost!” exclaimed one of the firm; “that yell of defiance18 convinces me that any attempt to introduce non-union poets would precipitate19 a riot. It will not be safe to do it unless we are prepared for the worst.”
[Pg 187]“For my part,” said Mr. Harry20 Harper, “I believe that it would be a good policy for us to introduce machinery at once, and get rid of those poets, who are forever making new demands on us. The Century people have had machines in operation for some time past, and have found them very satisfactory. We must admit that a great deal of their poetry is as good as our hand-made verses.”
“Do you know,” cried Mr. Alden, “that that Chicago machine they put in some time ago is simply one of Armour’s old sausage-mills remodeled? It is the invention of a man named Fuller, who two years ago was merely an able-bodied workman in the serial21 shops. It is really a very ingenious piece of mechanism22, and when you think that they throw a quantity of hoofs23, hair, and other waste particles from the Chicago stock-yards into a hopper, and convert them into a French or Italian serial story of firm, fine[Pg 188] texture—well, making a silk purse out of a sow’s ear is nothing to it.”
“Gentlemen,” said the head of the firm, rising as he spoke24, and taking from the desk beside him some large cardboard signs, “I do not propose to have my own workmen dictate25 to me. I am going to hang these signs on our front door and give employment to whomever may apply for it.” The signs were thus inscribed26:
HANDS WANTED
ON
SHORT STORIES.
GIRLS WANTED
FOR THE
BAZAR AND YOUNG PEOPLE.
STEADY EMPLOYMENT
FOR
SOBER, INDUSTRIOUS27 POETS.
TWO RHYMES TO THE QUATRAIN.
But before Mr. Harper could carry out his resolution, a young man, clad in the ordinary working-garb of a poet, hurriedly entered the office, and, placing himself before the chief, exclaimed:
“Stop, sir, before it is too late!”
“And who are you, sir?” demanded the amazed publisher.
“I am Henry Rondeau,” replied the young man, “and although I am only a humble28, laboring29 poet, I feel that I can be of assistance to you to-day. I have a grateful heart, and cannot forget your kindness to me when I was unfortunate.”
“Kindness? I confess that I do not remember any—” began Mr. Harper; but[Pg 190] the poet interrupted him with: “Last summer, sir, when I got my fingers frost-bitten by being permitted to shake hands with Mr. Harry Harper, you not only allowed me half-pay, but gave my poor idiot sister a job in the factory as a reader of manuscript, thus enabling us to keep the wolf from the door until I was able to use a scanning-rule again.”
“And a most invaluable30 assistant she is, too,” cried Mr. Alden, warmly; “she selects all the short stories for the magazine, and I doubt if you could find, even in the office of the Atlantic Monthly, any one with such keen perceptions of what the public do not want as Susan Rondeau, the idiot reader of Franklin Square.”
At this moment a hoarse31 yell arose from the crowd of strikers beneath the window, and was borne to the ears of those who were gathered in the business office.
“What does that noise mean?” demanded the senior partner, an angry[Pg 191] flush suffusing32 his cheek. “Do they think they can frighten me with yells and threats of violence? I will hang out these signs, and bid them do their worst!”
“Stop! I implore33 you, stop!” cried Henry Rondeau, as he threw himself before his chief. “The sight of those signs would madden them, and the counsel of the cooler heads, which has thus far controlled them, would be swept away in a moment. And then—the deluge34!”
“But we do not fear even death,” cried the courageous35 publisher.
“Mr. Harper,” continued the young workman, earnestly, “at this very moment the master poet is urging them to desperate measures. He has already in his possession the address and dinner-hour of every gentleman in this room, and—”
“Well, even if dynamite36 is to be used—”
“And,” pursued Henry Rondeau, “he has threatened to place the list in the hands of Stephen Masset!”
“Merciful heavens!” exclaimed the veteran publisher, as he sank, pale and trembling, in his easy-chair, while his associates wrung37 their hands in bitter despair; “can nothing be done to prevent it?”
“Yes,” cried the young working-man. “Accept the offer of the Poets’ union to make a new sliding-scale. Make a few slight concessions38 to the men, and they will meet you half-way. Put emery wheels in the dialect shop instead of the old-fashioned cross-cut files and sandpaper that now take up so much of the men’s time. Let one rhyme to the quatrain be sufficient at the metrical benches, and—it is a little thing, but it counts—buy some tickets for the poets’ picnic and summer-night’s festival at Snoozer’s Grove39, which takes place next Monday afternoon and evening.”
Henry Rondeau’s advice was taken, and to-day the great trip-hammer is at work in the basement of the foundry, and the[Pg 193] poets and prose-writers are busy at their benches on the upper floors. The master poet is at work among the rest, and sometimes he chuckles40 as he thinks of the concessions that were wrung from the foundry-owners by the great August strike. But little does the master poet dream of the vengeance41 that awaits him—of the awful midnight oath taken by Joseph Harper after he had signed the treaty with his employees.
Not until after death will that oath be fulfilled. Not until the members of the Poets’ union have borne the remains42 of their chief to Calvary with a following as numerous as that which accompanies the deceased aunt of a Broadway janitor43 to her last resting-place—not until then will the surviving members of the firm carry out the sacred trust imposed upon them.
They will collect the poems of the master poet and publish them in a mouse-colored volume—edited by Arthur Stedman.
ANCIENT FORMS OF AMUSEMENT.
(From the Hypnotic Gazette, January 1, A. D. 2203.)
Workmen employed on the mesmeric dredge near what was in old times the bed of the Harlem River discovered yesterday a leaden box in which was the following manuscript, which gives us a vivid idea of the crude condition of the drama toward the close of the nineteenth century:
“FUN ON THE ROOF.”
Farce44 Comedy in Three Acts.
Act I.
Scene. A garden with practicable gate R. U. E.
Sparkle McIntyre (entering through gate). Well, this is a pretty state of affairs! Rosanna Harefoot lived only for[Pg 195] me until that theatrical45 troupe46 came to town; but now she’s so stuck on singing and dancing and letting those actor men make love to her that I can’t get a moment with her. Hello! here comes the whole company. I guess they’re going to rehearse here. I’ll hide behind this tree and watch them do their acts.
Enter company of Players.
First Player. Well, this is a hot day; but while we’re trying to keep cool Miss Kitty Socks will sing “Under the Daisies.”
(Specialties by the entire company.)
First Player. Well, we’d better hurry away down the street, or else we’ll be late.
[Exeunt Omnes.
Sparkle McIntyre (emerging from behind tree). That looks easy enough. I guess I’ll see what I can do myself.
(Specialties.)
[Pg 196]First Player (entering with company). Now that rehearsal47 is over, we’ll have a little fun for a few moments.
Sparkle (aside). Rosanna will be mine yet.
(Grand Finale.)
Curtain.
Act II.
Scene. Parlor48 of Sparkle McIntyre’s house; Sparkle discovered seated at table with brilliant dressing-gown on.
Sparkle. I invited all that theatrical company to spend the evening with me; but I’m afraid they won’t come. I just wanted to surprise them with that new song and dance of mine. Ah! here they come now.
Enter Theatrical Company.
First Player. We are a little late, Mr. McIntyre, but the fact is I had to go to the steamer to meet some friends of[Pg 197] mine who were coming over to try their luck in glorious America; and as they’re all perfect ladies and gentlemen, I took the liberty of bringing them along. Allow me to introduce them to you: Mr. and Mrs. Lorenzo Sirocco and the Miss Siroccos from the Royal Alhambra in Rooshy.
Sparkle. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m pleased to meet you; and now, if you’ll favor us with an act, we’ll be greatly obliged.
(Specialties by everybody, and Finale.)
Curtain.
Act III.
Scene. Same as Act I.
Enter Rosanna.
Rosanna. This is the very garden where I used to meet my own true Sparkle. In fact, it’s right here that he used to spark me. Well, while I’m feeling so[Pg 198] downhearted, I’ll do a little dance just to cheer myself up.
(Specialties by Rosanna.)
Sparkle (entering). What! you here. Rosanna? Then you must love me.
Rosanna. Yes, Sparkle, I do.
Sparkle (embracing her). Then, darling, we will be married this very day. Call the neighbors all in, and we will sing, dance, and be merry.
Enter Company.
(Specialties.)
Curtain.
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