We will stamp it there.
"They have forgotten our power. Let us reawaken it. See, I shake Old
Labour by the shoulder. He arouses. He sits up. He thrusts his huge
form up from where he was asleep in the dust and the smoke of the
mills. They look at him and are afraid. See, they tremble and run
away, falling over each other. The did not know Old Labour was so big.
"But you workers are not afraid. You are the arms and the legs and the
hands and the eyes of Labour. You have thought yourself small. You
have not got yourself into one mass so that I could shake and arouse
you.
"You must get that way. You must march shoulder to shoulder. You must
march so that you yourselves shall come to know what a giant you are.
If one of your number whines or complains or stands upon a box
throwing words about knock him down and keep marching.
"When you have marched until you are one giant body then will happen a
miracle. A brain will grow in the giant you have made.
"Will you march with me?"
Like a volley from a battery of guns came the sharp reply from the
eager upturned faces of the audience. "We will! Let us march!" they
shouted.
Margaret Ormsby went out at the door and into the crowds on Madison
Street. As she walked in the press she lifted her head in pride that a
man possessed of such a brain and of the simple courage to try to
express such magnificent ideas through human beings had ever shown
favour toward her.
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