﻿The presumption here is the farmer will defend his right to exploit labor to the last apple and last egg. That’s not so good. A fellow never should throw his all in the pot. He should keep a grouchsack so that he can enter the penny ante game if the big one gets too hot. Colaboration is a fallacy. Farmer should never mic with politicians, horse doctors, professional saviors or the village blacksmith. His tribe and kind is so great that he can find social intercourse to his liking within his own class—so also can the worker. 
Class lined are so severely drawn that to over step them is to trespass. Colaboration outside of ones class cannot prosper—a dog and a camel cannot be so joined as bring forth a puppy—seedless orange, mebbe, but no pooch. That is an extreme view but outside of that—wheres the necessity? 
There is no necessity for the workers to call in profession als to help them. Our class is so great that we can get all things without outside help. Lets organize it so we can prevent the moving of special privilege further into our works. First thing we know they’ll move their furniture into our parlor and we’ll have to play the piano under a railroad bridge. 
How ridiculous it is for the workingclass (45.000.000 strong) to holler for farmers to help them get more of their own pie. And farmers (20.000.000 strong) yodeling “come help me lift my mortgage.” (Song birds are we?) 
Why not organize—and push that organizing!