CHAPTER XI.

THE BROTHERHOOD CONVEYS ITS IDAHO POSSESSIONS TO THE CO-OPOLITAN

ASSOCIATION—ARRANGEMENTS FOR COLONISTS—TYPICAL INSTANCES—JARVIS

RICHARDSON—MRS. ELIZABETH MAXON.

The National Brotherhood of the Co-operative Commonwealth had prior to

the election of 1902, in a delegate convention held in Chicago, passed a

resolution approving the Co-opolitan system of co-operation and

directing that all colonies and colonists entering Idaho, under its

auspices, after January 1st, 1903, enter and become merged in Colony

Number One, as Co-opolis was named in the Brotherhood records. It also

transferred all its property, including the beet-sugar factory at

Laselle, a gold mine at Banford, in the Coeur d’Alene Mountains, and

several large tracts of land and small colonies to us, upon the theory

that we were better able to superintend the details of state building,

while the Brotherhood should simply aid us with funds to extend our good

works, furnish us with colonists and distribute our surplus product.

Our Legislation Council, anticipating large accessions to our population

on this account, was in constant session and during the entire winter of

1902–3 large plans were under consideration for the utilization of the

new labor power. The National Brotherhood had contracted not to send us

more than 10,000 new members during the year 1903 and to pay us

$1,000,000.00 cash or one hundred dollars for each person sent for our

surplus products stored in various barns and storehouses.

It was not considered that these new colonists should all remain in

Co-opolis. About two thousand of them were to be retained in certain

productive lines in which we were already prepared to set them at work.

One of these was a large woolen mill located down the stream toward

Snake River, capable of employing one thousand hands. We had a large

quantity of wool on hand, and were ready to take all which was offered

in exchange for goods at the department store. It was also agreed

between the National Brotherhood and our council that they should send

us one thousand persons skilled in the manufacture of woolen fabrics.

These we agreed to receive on equal terms with all other members. We

also arranged for the establishment of a large boot and shoe factory, an

extensive fruit and vegetable canning factory, and another one still for

the slaughtering, dressing, preparing and packing of pork, beef and

other meats. The slaughter houses were designed to be situated about six

miles from Co-opolis over the divide on the Seven Devils branch of the

Oregon Short Line. These skilled artisans numbered in all about three

thousand. The rest, consisting of six thousand adults, were to enter the

Industrial Army as common workers.

We estimated that we could employ this new industrial army in opening up

another large valley in the same county fifteen miles south of

Co-opolis. That valley was in nearly all respects similar to Deer

Valley, except that it was larger and the divides and tables were

covered with a thick growth of timber. We considered that it was proper

to retain about half of the seven thousand new men to work in and about

Co-opolis and to send an equal number of our older members to the new

fields. The plan was, first of all, to provide irrigation; second, to

break thirty thousand acres of land and seed it to corn; third, to

construct buildings sufficiently commodious to house the companies of

the Industrial Army which might be necessary to make the valley

productive and protect its structures and products from destruction. It

was then intended to be a sort of an industrial outpost for Co-opolis,

and was placed in charge of the Agricultural department.

When the new colonists began to arrive in large numbers the scene

presented in the main hall of the building was interesting. The

department chiefs took turns presiding at the hearing of applications

for membership. I remember very well my own experience one day the

latter part of January. I had obtained a temporary leave of absence from

the senate in order to assume the duties as chief of my department.

There were eight hundred newcomers, men and women. Each was sworn to

answer truly all questions put touching his or her age, education, trade

or calling, nationality, former place of residence, family and career.

His application, together with certificates of medical examiners, was

examined and if approved by the National Brotherhood the following

contract was handed him for his signature: “It is hereby agreed by and

between Peter Jones, party of the first part, and Colony Number One of

the Co-operative Commonwealth known as the Co-opolitan Association,

party of the second part, that in consideration of the promises,

agreements and undertakings hereinafter set forth, said first party

enters the employ of said second party as a laborer for the term of

three years. That he agrees to do and perform any and all work which

said second party shall require of him in any part of the state of Idaho

to the best of his ability. That he agrees to conform to all the rules,

regulations and laws which are now in force or shall become in force in

or in connection with said colony, provided the same do not impair the

obligation hereof. Said second party agrees to pay said first party for

said service in the products of labor on hand or obtainable by said

second party, an amount equal to forty per cent of the yearly product of

the labor of said colony divided by the total number of members of said

colony above the age of twenty years, less fines and forfeitures, the

same to be paid in such amounts, and at such times, within each year, as

shall be provided by the Legislative Council of said second party.”

The examination to which applicants were subjected is well illustrated

by the record of one who has since become one of the famous Industrial

chiefs of the state.

“What is your name, age, occupation and place of residence?” asked I of

a medium-sized man with a strong, square face, and a large forehead, who

arose and held up his right hand to take the oath.

“Name, Jarvis Richardson. Age, thirty years. Occupation, printer. Former

residence, St. Paul, Minnesota.”

“Name of former employer and when last employed.”

“Pioneer Press Publishing Company. Was laid off three years ago.”

“Reason for discharge?”

“Improved typesetting machines.”

“Do you understand and favor co-operation, or are you desirous of

entering the Brotherhood for temporary protection?”

“I believe I understand the principle and purpose of co-operation.

Having been excluded from usefulness in my own trade by the introduction

of labor-saving devices, I realize that an injustice has been done me. I

should have had the benefit of the labor-saving device, but instead of

that I am simply supplanted by an automaton. The machine which excluded

me from my place and has kept me comparatively idle ever since does the

work which it formerly took five men to do. If the same results were

accomplished, as it ultimately will be, in all departments four-fifths

of the labor of human beings would be thrown aside and four-fifths of

the laborers would starve. This would curtail the consumption of

products of such machinery, and a portion of those who operate them

would then be discharged on the plea of hard times, limited demand and

overproduction.

“The industrial system now in operation throughout the Christian world

was devised for an ignorant and barbarous people. Invention, learning,

industry and progress are showing its entire inefficiency. Learning must

be limited to a few if that system is to live. Under it, if industry

produces enough for all, stagnation results, because that system makes

no provision for wise and equitable distribution. Progress is impossible

because it strains society to a point of revolution and destruction

follows. The co-operative system, on the contrary, deems labor-saving

machinery a blessing, and its adoption simply increases production and

is a relief and benefit to the laborer. It does not diminish his share

of the product, but reduces his hours of labor. You cannot have too much

education and learning in the co-operative system because all are

educated, and yet each is required to submit to his share of labor and

drudging. This tends to destroy false pride, and prevent vanity.

Moreover, men come to realize their true relation to one another.

“Industry can never cause overproduction in the co-operative system. If

too much is produced for the members to consume they do not therefore

find it necessary to starve a portion of their number. Such a condition

is hurtful to none. The co-operative system demands progress. Every step

forward brings a reward and does not suggest a danger. Every advance is

a blessing not to a few, but to all. A system which is large enough,

just enough and expansive enough to admit of the unfoldment of all the

powers and virtues of the race cannot be less than Christian.”

The manner of the applicant as he expressed himself was that of a

polished and educated gentleman. It was not customary for us to

encourage lengthy speeches on the part of applicants, during the year

1903 nor the years following, but once in a while a man of commanding

will and intellect would challenge our attention and we would listen to

him as I did to Mr. Richardson. He was a sufferer from one cause, and

understood the cause and its only cure far better than a philosopher who

only observes and could not feel the condition it imposed on him.

“It is claimed that the individual is weakened and made dependent by our

system, Mr. Richardson,” said I. “The claim is also made that the man

who escapes the perils of the industrial system comes out with a

stronger character and a more independent manhood than if such perils

had not been encountered. Have you a different opinion?”

“I do not know,” was the reply, “how great a manhood your system will

develop. It teaches, however, the lesson of brotherhood, and gives me

protection for my wife and babies by furnishing me an opportunity to be

industrious. The competitive system might not be objectionable if it

would do the same. But it does not permit fair competition. It demands

that a man be industrious, but gives him no chance to work. It permits a

few to monopolize land, water, power, money and all the sources, means

and machinery of production, and then asks the disinherited and landless

ones to compete when competition is impossible.

“The system called competitive is not competitive. It is a system

whereby a favored few are permitted to rob the many. As for the perils

of that system developing character, I admit they do. The most

remarkable character and those most admired in it are the modern

Shylocks. If that sort of character is desirable, then the system is a

success, but I do not covet its benefits. It seems to me the perils of

savagery are much more effective to bring out strong traits of character

and build up a manhood more courageous, self-reliant, and even heroic,

certainly not more brutal, than the trading, cozening, cheating,

gambling, sordid methods which make up this so-called ‘Competitive

System.’”

It was not possible for me in the press of business to continue the

conversation further that day. Indeed, the arguments offered by the

applicant were not new to me, and it was only because of the strong

individuality of the man that I stopped to converse with him at all. It

was, however, a part of my business to investigate the qualifications of

applicants and when they had been accepted to enroll them in the proper

department. Each department had its enrolling clerk present, who

received the signature of the new member in the department to which he

was assigned. A few formal questions more were put to Mr. Richardson and

I assigned him to the Messenger and Publishing department, where a

vacancy had occurred within a week by the death of a trusted member.

He of course entered as a mere printer, being compelled to earn

promotion by the efficiency of his work.

The examination and acceptance of applicants went on with great rapidity

after this, and no incident occurred worthy of note until after the noon

lunch. A woman about thirty-six years old presented her application.

After the usual formal questions I asked:

“Are you married?”

“I am a widow,” she answered; “my husband was killed in a railroad

collision five years ago.”

“Have you children?”

“I have seven—three boys and four girls.”

“Have you them with you?”

“All are here. Mr. Thompson advised me to come and make this

application, so I have been saving up all my money and I am here.”

“You say you live in Boise? You are not recommended by the Brotherhood.

Have you any recommendations?”

“I have one from Mr. Thompson.” Here she handed me a note from our

President, now Governor of the state, and upon reading it I found that

she was an intelligent and deserving woman who was anxious to educate

her children. She had saved, through several years’ hard work at the

washtub and in various kinds of domestic work, the fee necessary to

enter the colony, and, although it was her all, she was ready to pay it

for such a purpose.

“What shall I do for a home?” she asked.

“We have excellent houses, in one of which you shall live,” I replied.

“Can I send my children to school?” she continued.

“You are required to do so. Education is compulsory. Your children will

be turned over to the Department of Education.”

“Am I to be separated from them?”

“You and they will live together in the same house.”

“But I am a member of the Episcopal church. I desire my children brought

up in that church.”

“The religious education of your children is your own care. Send them to

what church you will. Episcopal, Methodist, Baptist, Catholic,

Congregationalist and other denominations are represented here.”

“Would it be wrong for me to ask how much my wages are to be?”

“You will receive checks or orders the first year entitling you to

one-third as much as a skilled first-year member. The second year you

will receive as much as any other member of the Industrial Army, skilled

or unskilled, officer or private. Last year each member received

$1,200.00 in orders or checks entitling him to the use of public

conveyances, railroads, house, water, gas, light, heat and other public

utility, to goods, wares and merchandise, meals at restaurant or hotel,

to admission to entertainments, use of public ovens, and, in short,

whatever you need. If your children are infants the Department of

Education has trained nurses to care for them. If a mother is nursing

her babe we give her a furlough until the period of nursing ceases, but

her pay continues. We encourage the mother to be with her children as

much as possible, as we believe a mother’s love is one of the

influences, under proper conditions, which inspire purity and develop

manhood and womanhood in the child.”

“But if I must work I cannot care for my children and get them ready for

school in the morning.”

“Women who have children are placed, as far as possible, in companies

which do their work during what are called school hours. You will be

assigned to the Domestic department and its officers will place you

where you belong. You will go to your work at 9 o’clock and continue

until 12. You will then take an hour for your own lunch and returning to

work continue until 5.”

I felt great satisfaction at being able to give this poor woman

information which restored almost immediately the light of hope to her

careworn face. She only asked one more question. She wanted to know what

would become of her children in case she should die, and when I told her

that children who once entered our Department of Education were always

protected, clothed and supported, without the slightest dishonor, by the

Association and afterward entered our Industrial Army on equal terms

with all others, she seemed so happy that the bystanders wept and I felt

my own eyes grow moist.

Several days after this, being anxious to learn the fate of this woman,

whose name was recorded as Elizabeth Maxon, I entered, inquired at the

office of the Domestic department, where she was enrolled, and learned

that she had been assigned by her department chief to laundry work and

that her place of residence was number 800 Pine Street. I took occasion

to call there. Upon my ringing the electric bell the door was opened by

a bright-faced little girl of about fifteen summers.

“Is your mother at home?” I asked.

“Yes,” was the reply. “Will you come in?”

She ushered me through a small carpeted hallway, into a neatly furnished

parlor, the floor of which was also carpeted, and the furniture in which

appeared to be quite new. Having been politely offered a chair, I sat

down, and being informed that “mamma” would be in directly I waited. A

minute later Mrs. Maxon appeared.

“Mrs. Maxon,” I said, arising, “you will doubtless look upon my visit as

an intrusion, but I felt so deep an interest in your welfare, after your

application and examination for membership, that I had to hunt you up.

Perhaps you will remember me as the man who presided at that time.

“Indeed!” she exclaimed. “Mr. Braden, certainly this is an honor and not

an intrusion. You were so kind to me on that occasion that I shall never

forget you. Will you be seated, sir?”

I sat down again. Mrs. Maxon also seated herself.

“I would be glad to learn how you fared,” I resumed. “Will you permit me

to ask you a few questions?”

“Yes, indeed!” was the quick answer. “I will answer any question. The

people are so good to me here that I feel that you are all brothers and

sisters. And see,” (she waved her hand around her), “I have never lived

in such a pleasant house before. It is heated by steam which comes from

pipes laid under the streets and we have water, gas and electricity.”

“Do you like your work?”

“It is very pleasant. Most of the work at the laundry is done by

machinery and the machinery does five times as much work as the force we

have there could do by hand. All the hard work is done by machinery.

Then I have only to work seven hours a day, too.”

“How did you get so well settled?”

“The next day after the examination I was told to go to the office of

the Domestic department on Commonwealth Avenue. I went. The gentleman in

charge told me that when an active member paid a membership fee of

$100.00 the company gave a labor check to her in return representing

$100.00 worth of goods. He gave me the amount in such check and then

directed a gentleman to take me and my children to number 800 Pine

Street, where we should live. He hailed a passing motor car and we got

on that and rode to this house, my children with me. The gentleman did

not pay my fare, but I paid it.

“I was surprised that it only amounted to what would be two cents of my

hundred dollars. I was quite surprised also to find that we were to have

such a nice house. But there was no furniture in it then. I left my

children with our neighbor, and went up to the department house and

ordered these carpets, furniture and other things. They let me have them

on time, with the understanding that they were to keep the title until

they were paid for. I got a few groceries from the store and some meat

and brought them home myself. The furniture came about 2 o’clock that

afternoon and before supper time we were almost settled. A bell rang out

there in the dining room and I found a telephone there. I answered it

and found that the foreman of the company which I was told to enter had

some directions. He said I was to go over to the ward office of the

Department of Education, about two blocks from here, and report with my

children at 9 o’clock next morning and then to report to him at 9:30

o’clock for duty. So I did, and all my little ones were taken and sent

to school.”

“Are you then comfortable?”

“I am very, very happy. I never dreamed that such good would come to me

after my husband died. But God has directed me here and I am very, very

happy.”

The conversation continued a few minutes longer. All her little

children, with bright and shining faces, came in to see me, and I was

overflowing with sympathetic enthusiasm myself before I was able to tear

myself away. And I thought to myself as I returned to my home that the

joy our system brought to these comparatively humble people was the best

indication that we were now, in truth, upon the threshold of a higher

civilization; a civilization that uses all power, both mechanical and

human, to lift up all humanity; a civilization which does not content

itself by simply emblazoning the golden rule upon painted banners and

church walls, but makes it the measure of every public act toward all

men, women and children alike.

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