I am Labor. I stand before you on this, my day, free and proud. I am the incarnation of Work, and Work is the foundation of modern civilization. Before the silvery bombers can take the air my skilled fingers have fashioned and serviced them. The shining shell, the precise rifle, the intricate clockwork of tank and ship, these grew beneath the trained and intelligent hands with which I get my living.
Because the things I do are basic and necessary, I yeld my dignity to no man. Because of that dignity, I prize my manhood and my freedom. I shall defend it. To those who would degrade me to an automation, make me a slave, I return loud and scornful laughter. Here in my United States I am more than a Worker, more than a Laborer, I am a Man. This manhood, this freedom, on my own Labor Day of 1941, I do not propose to yield.
Originally appeared in newspapers across the country on August 30, 1941
Here is a good example of how phrasing can really make the difference. The top frame is from the Associated Press (before their fix five minutes later) and the bottom is from Breaking News citing Reuters.
Well, we’re officially here in the northern part of the Great Dismal Swamp area. Not a lot is happening as of yet, the house is still trying to get into order but the summer is in full swing and the kids are taking advantage of it with the plethora of other kids in the new place. So, here’s to many more nice (but not so hot) days…
Somewhere between Disneyland and Kingman, AZ.
We’re working our way south to Disneyland and will be hitting the park on Monday. Here’s a few snapped photos of us over the last two days… Happy kids (mostly) and great views of the land. More photos soon.
I’m not upset about it, but it does suck. Especially when the dryers are of a low standard and require multiply applications of quarters… on the bright side- the moon looks good from Medford, Oregon this evening.
The four older ones watching astern.