Labor and Freedom: The Voice and Pen of Eugene V. Debs

While there is a lower class I am in it;
While there is a criminal class I am of it;
While there is a soul in prison I am not free.


I think if I had been asked to name this work that comes to us from the rare mind and tender heart of 'Gene Debs, I would have called it The Old Umbrella Mender. It was this tragic, touching tale that I first read in the manuscript; and it is the memory of this that will always return to me when I think of the book. It is the perfect painting from the artist's brush—the sculptured monument from the master's chisel—that makes one lowly, loyal soul to live forever in the hearts of humanity's lovers.
Not but that every line in the book is a treasure, and every sentiment brought forth an appeal to all that makes for justice, and equality, and freedom; nor will it detract from, but rather add to, the beauty and inestimable value of the entire collection if others, likewise, carry with them the image and memory of the old umbrella mender, as they travel with Debs the struggling, storm-tossed way of Labor and Freedom.
Henry M. Tichenor.
St. Louis, March 1, 1916.