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I have it direct from best of authority in Bowery that the doctors in the elinies of this supereity can open a man up and saw off his whiskie stomach and assemble a pias stomach in its place - and to think of all the good stomachs the farmers plowed under ; not only in the sense of last pork tenderlain , smothered on "sweeping" o the galley.

Conditions aboard ship are indeseribly bad - especially in aniee family peoiodieal - and of course the seamen in beefing , Asisde from the dangers of sez, with few of the safety at the sez, rules observed, the seamen is harassed on all hands by a series of dangers such as unsanitary quarters rouing epidemies and diseases such as malaria and the domesticated secury , ensured by high-pressure fumination and erude. imitation food preservatives-

The odder seamen of course contend with these conditions and prevent them from slipping back into the standards of hog-slop but the younger seamen are the proneto to accept them as a ensure of God, a penance they must do for having bourne- and oonce they are hooked they are hooked they are Neptune to protection in abounds in many of the foreign lands that are ,,, and the many are the means of used by the kings dispilnarian in logging his bill toll directly and later his pay roll all became the trusty seamen had the nerve to step a share and attempt the Christ/like miracle of transforming water to wine. dam this civilization any how owning the peace and content of the prehistoric shores in the name of complex chiseling. What's the raft of sea-unions doing about this?

I do most solemnly I swear, as all semen swear that the condition, that of touching of these shores and the entering of these lions dens, rates an extra-special bonus, bonded and severe from attachment of any form outside the seamans "requisition." ...

When the last festive banquet is ended and the sad final hymnal is sung; when the scars of the conflict, are mended and the teeth on the hat-peg are hung; when the phonies all yield to the shirkers and the plutocrats weep in their beer; the trenchant Industrial Workers will be still doing business right here.