"Mr. Chairman and brothers," the organizer began, "we must reorganize or we go to pieces. Already the Hinshel Company employs two non-union pretzel painters. If we don't reorganize they will break our Union. We must uphold the rights of labor or the heel of capitalism will crush us——"
He spoke well into the night and urged them with tears in his eyes and a proper catch in the voice to stand by the flag of their class.
The silence was very impressive when the organizer finished and sat down to wipe his perspiring face. No one spoke a word. The chairman did not want to break the silence. He felt the greatness of the moment.
Finally brother Kessler said:
"Mr. Chairman!"
"Brother Kessler has the floor."
Brother Kessler, of the Galician group, seldom took the floor. So everybody was astonished that he of all others should want to speak.
"Mr. Chairman and Brothers.... Mr. Chairman. Of course, we want to reorganize, but we don't know how to do it."
"Well said! Go ahead Brother Kessler!" several voices were heard at once.
Kessler took heart.