ATTENTION!
COAL MINER. LOOK – READ – REMEMBER!
Presented
below are actual Photostat copies of two pay slips issued the same coal miner
working for the same coal company in the same coal mine in Letcher County, at
two different periods of time. Pay Slip
No. 1 shows the number of tons of coal loaded by this miner, and the price he
received in June, 1932 (a HOOVER pay slip). Pay Slip No. 2 shows the number of tons he loaded and the pay he
received in June, 1944 (a ROOSEVELT pay slip);
VOTE DEMOCRATIC – NOVEMBER 7TH
We used to work twelve hours a day
With
tow dollars or less for pay,
“Way
back in the year of “32:
We
had no union, what else could we do?
HOOVER
was president then-
We
were miners “in the pen”
Of
course our prison had no bars,
But
we came home by the light of stars.
We
carried supplies ‘till we hurt our back,
Moved
slate for nothing; laid our track,
“Till
we voted Hoover out to stay –
That
was dawn of a better day.
With
Roosevelt came the union, too,
We
get nine dollars instead of two.
We
gained our freedom through F.D.R.
It’s
hard to express how glad we are.
Wives
and children are happy to see,
Husbands
and fathers at half past three,
For
there was no joy for them
When
Dad ate supper at ten P.M.
All
this is plain to you, I guess
We’re
not going back to the Hoover mess,
So
the score will be – when all is done
“Roosevelt
four; Dewey none!”
War
follows Democratic rule, they say
And
sometimes it really looks that way;
But
the Bible says they have to be,
So
the party is not to blame, you see.
Now
in my Bible, I’ve never read
Where
God want people to beg for bread.
Yet
when we had the Hoover mob
There
were 13 million without a job.
Our
boys will soon be home again,
From
the land of war and pain.
Looking
for happiness, rest and peace
Where
the noise of total war shall cease.
They
came home one time before
To
find the old wolf at the door.
They
lost what they had battled for;
Found
peace at thome was worse than war.
No
work, no money, just awful dread,
While
dear little children cried for bread,
With
a tattered uniform on each frame
Our
heroes were reduced to shame.
They
marched to Washington, for they knew
They
had a soldier’s bonus due,
But
Hoover drove them out of town;
Their
native land had turned them down.
If
you voters will remember this –
A
cautious word won’t be amiss
Just
turn thumbs down on political bull
And
vote to keep the flour barrel full.
Go
to the polls and vote in straight,
Don’t
trust all you have to fate.
If
the Republican party ever gets in
We’ll
get a four year rest again.
Don’t
let Dewey have the reins-
I
don’t like those hunger pains.
The
thought of bread lines makes me frantic,
I
haven’t forgotten the Hoover panic.
If
I had a pencil ten feet long
And
I was Superman big and strong,
I’d
put an X in the rooster’s nest
Forty
feet long from east to west.
I’ve
seen conditions both good and bad
In
Letcher County since I was a lad;
I’ve
seen both parties in power, see?
And
I know what is good for me.
