﻿T-BONE SLIM DISCUSSES NOT WHAT THEY SEEM 
 
Once we admit the bosses are were in their proestations of inability to pay us morel they are open to a graver indictment, ignorance. 
If they cannot pay us more why don’t they get out— ignorance is no excuse. 
If they are ignorant they should be sent in school instead of being permitted to conduct industry on a can’t basis. 
It is a self-evident fact that our production amounts to more than the right b patch clothes and eat garbag[e] and if they honestly can’t pay more they are woefully kicking in the rudiments if the most elementary intelligence . . they don’t know enough to get out while the getting is good. 

At times, when work begins to pull upon yours truly, I toss a coin in the air to determine whether to “go or stay”. Generally “heads” is go and “tails” is stick. 
Just the other day t had occasion to flip a coin it came up “heads”—that meant go. So I stayed. 
That contrary I am— —imagine an [unclear]-out penny dictating to me [unclear] a such an important ma-[unclear] doesn’t work. I threw it into the brush for its presumption) chirpped to the [unclear] and resumed logging operations. 
Next day I made one of my famous [unclear] on three logs simultaneously hauling 45 degree angle [unclear] one log [unclear] the buch, into steam—high life team and skinner—next thing I knew, I was attacked in the rear by ablood thirsty birch and my dignified person commingled with the snows of Upper Michigan, said three logs are a fine flow of verbosity, [unclear] up under said criminal [unclear] ankle [unclear], pride offended, [unclear]. 
[This section is mostly unclear in the first few rows] we were entirely too young and innocent to serve as an [unclear] too old and knotty to act as a rolling [unclear]  
After that, after he had [unclear] the team, I sat down on a log ypu bet, I sat down, nor care a [unclear] if the company [unclear] me or no. 
No, the log isn’t broke— [unclear] 
But I had taken the advice of that penny when it came up [unclear] I only had: ah, again new [unclear] I would now be” My ankle would not be paining me now. 
No, I would have been [unclear] in time to catch the “logger” that went in the ditch. And, instead od one log on my ankle, I would have had “5000 feet” on my kneck. 
Such is life. 
It would save your precious hide 
Its best yourself things to decide. 
T-b S.