"Yes, brothers," he boomed, "let us stop our fights. Let us desist--let us refrain. We are men from all countries, black and white. The last speaker came from Norway--he came from way up there in the North. My father came from Africa----" "He must have come last Monday," said a dry, thin voice from the back of the hall, and there was a laugh. "Brothers," cried the black man, "I come here from the colored race. At my dock I got over sixty negroes to walk out. Is there no place for us in this strike? If my father was a slave, is my color so against me?" "It ain't your color, it's your scabbing," a sharp voice interrupted. "They broke the last strike with coons like you. They brought you up in boats from the South. And you scabbed--you scabbed yourself! Didn't you? You did! You ---- of a nigger!" A little Italian sprang up in reply. He did not look like a docker. He was gaily dressed in a neat blue suit with a bright red tie: "Fellow workers--I am Italian man! You call me Guinney, Dago, Wop--you call another man Coon, Nigger--you call another man a Sheeny! Stop calling names--call men fellow workers! We are on strike--let us not fight each other--let us have peace--let us have a good time! I know a man who has a big boat--and he say now we can have it for nothing--to take our wives and children and make excursions every day. On the boat we will have a good time. I am a musician--I play the violin on a boat till I strike--so now I will get you the music. And we shall run that boat ourselves! We have our own dockers to start it from dock--we have our own stokers, our own engineers--we have our own pilots--we have all! And it will be easy to steer that boat--for we have made the harbor empty--we shall have the whole place to ourselves! Some day maybe soon we have all the boats in the world for ourselves--and we shall be free! All battle boats we shall sink in the sea--we stop all wars! So now we begin--we stop all our fighting--we take out this boat--all our comrades on board! No coons, no niggers, no sheenies, no wops! Fellow workers--I tell you the name of our boat! _The Internationale!_"