The following is a transcript of the speech given by Race Track Higgins at the strikers’ rally on July 24, 1899, as pieced together from articles in the New York Times, New York Tribune, and New York Sun.
There’s 2,000 of
us here from Brooklyn tonight, but I think most of the gang got shut out¹. Never
mind, though: we’re with the New York boys and we’re going to stick with them to
the end.
Say, we’ve been carrying overweight long enough, and it’s just about time
we was getting some of the odds in the betting. There was a 75 to 1 shot that
we was going to win this here fight. And we can do it hands down and no whipping if we keep our eyes skinned, and when the newsboys comes in first under the
wire some of them guys sitting in the grandstand with shiny kicks and electric
lights on their fronts will wish they had gone to the trouble to do a little
arbitrating.
But I want to tell you about that Chief Devery. We took up a
collection last night and got enough money to hire a band to lead us over here.
I went up to Chief Devery today to get a permit, and I says, just as
polite as I knows how: “Mr. Devery, I wants to get a permit, please, to have a
brass band lead my Brooklyn men to the meeting tonight.” And what do you
think he said? He says: “Get out, you slobs.” and I says, “Mr.
Devery, don’t call me a slob. I’m trying to make my living. I ain’t so high in
office as you, but some day I may be higher.” But he wouldn’t give up
the permit, so we had to leave the band home.
I can only say to
you, boys, to stand firm, and I bet we’ll win before Dewey comes home.
[No direct transcript exists of this portion of the speech, but he says that the Journal offered to pay a boy $2 a day to sell their papers, but] the kid wouldn’t take it because the Journal refused to contract to pay hospital expenses.
Say, we struck
six of those $2-a-day World and Journal fellows in front of Dennett’s in
Brooklyn this afternoon—you know Sinker Dennett’s place—and we shamed them into
giving up their jobs. They took their Journals back to Barber Clark and said
they wasn’t going to help any paper do up a lot of boys. Now, wasn’t that
square?
(Applause.)
I think we’ll win
this fight all right. I ain’t made 20 cents this week, but I can stand a heap
of that and so can all the Brooklyn boys. Don’t you touch Worlds or Journals
until they give us a decent deal. We’re putting them out of business fast and
they know it.
¹ The theatre was too full for all the boys to get in. A few thousand of them had to stand outside on the street.