Francisco, I am told by an editor of that city, the movement "was carried through swiftly and silently at the start, the evening papers being one hundred per cent organized, the morning papers about fifty per cent." Then the publishers got wind of it, and held a secret meeting in the St. Francis Hotel. "That fearless backer of organized labor and the rights of the working classes, to wit: William Randolph Hearst, preferred to carry out his great program of betterment without consulting his handmaidens and bondmen." The "Chronicle," the paper of "Mike" De Young, took the same stand; so—
Upon the morning after the meeting every man on both papers
who had signed the charter roll of the proposed association was told
to recant with bended knee, or to go forth and earn his bread with
a pick and shovel. Some did and some did not—all honor to the
latter. . . . It is certain that the publishers of the morning papers
will fight to the last ditch.
My informant goes on to tell about his own position.
You remember the immortal utterance of President Eliot of
Harvard, that the true "American hero" of our time is the
"scab." How does this true "American hero" feel about himself?
Listen:
And I? Well, old man, I somewhat shamefully admit that I am
at present guarding my bread and butter, and looking to the future
with one eye on the boss's and my own opportunities, and in my
heart damning the conditions that make me an undoubted renegade. I
am drawing a little better than forty per, am in the best of standing,
being now and with the possibility of being its head shortly, and
with certain advancement coming in both pay and rating. Now what
the deuce? Shall I tell Polly to support us and get in on the big
game, or shall I eat my bitter bread?. . .
I do know this, that there is going to be no present big success of the union movement, that whoever joins it too prominently is going to fight the owners for the rest of his life, and that the union can do me myself no good at all from any standpoint.
You will remember that in my story of the "Los Angeles
Times" I mentioned a young reporter, Bob Harwood, who
had told me of the "Times" knaveries. Harwood is now in
San Francisco, where you may have another glimpse of him.
Bob told 'em all to go to hell, and is now organizing actively.
There is an addition coming to the Harwood family shortly. Why
comment further?
And then, let us see what is happening on the other side
of the continent. In New Haven the "News-Writers' Union"
