﻿Anent Song: 
We know not what to think of this song and the present writer (that makes black marks on paper) would gladly take credit for it, although properly guiltless. 
It is a relic of the olden day when people were befogged and refogged by the leadership of the day to the tune of “My face is half in tears, my thoughts are are light and I see the sun tho it is not shining.”— 
They sought surcease their sorrows of missplaced confidence and finally found it in industrial unionism, the Industrial Workers of the World—in the year of 1905. Since then they have learned to walk on their hindlegs! So, if anything, this song depicts the thoroughness of the search, right or wrong, and preseged the better things to come. The despair in it is self-evident, profound and—sincere. So it illbehooves any of us to stay our hand in th elightening of the burdens of labor with a solidarity that shall be the epic of the day. 
Come old, some young; organize and stay organize 
Ha! The Sun Is Shining.