B.C. LUMBER WORKER 5 = or | Hi’s Stay at the Plaza No Nonsense "THERE was no nonsense in the way the delegates at the Na- naimo Convention tackled the business of the lumber workers. So, there'll be no nonsense in my story. I can’t wisecrack about the biggest thing that’s happened in our world of labor and lumber in many-a moon. I'm telling you, that it was a damn good Convention. And I’m not kidaing or blurbing. Every Joe there put his back into it, every minute of the three day’s sessions, for the good of the Union and the men in the indus- try. Our own logger delegates were in there pitching too, putting them right across the plate, They were serious about Union business as they should be. It’s our bread and butter, after all. And, I mean bread and butter with a little jam on it. Some jam today, and tomorrow and not in the sweet bye and bye. * It Was Friendly ‘THERE was never a dull mo- ment, but the doings weren't all high-ball. Lumber workers got more sense. There was always time for a laugh and a joke, to make every- one feel that he belonged, and to get the other fellow’s slant, _, When they’d time, and felt like it, they even did some high class singing, and shook the rafters with old-time trade union fight- ing songs. Get Lawrence Vandale at work on his “stomach Stein- way’ with his nimble and musical fingers, and a fellow feels like lettin’ ’er go. It was good for what ailed us. We really took our hair down at the banquet and dance, and mixed up real friendly like, to get to know everybody in the best possible way. After that, no one could really get sore at any- body else, And those bull-sessions, after hours in the rooms, and far into the night. Brother, did we get to know, who was who, and what was what in our Union. YV’m saying that ‘sociability is good cement for any organization. When everybody got to know everybody else in a friendly way, we caught the idea that we were working with a bunch that we could trust and be proud of. All going the same direction and speaking the same language. ae * & One Logger’s Sayso ANOTHER logger said, while we were heading for the boat home. “Say, I never thought I could enjoy a Convention the way I’ve enjoyed this one.” “When I came here, I didn’t know anyone; now I feel that I imow everyone, and are they a good bunch of Joes.” “It has meant a lot to me to find a bunch like this working to- gether on the up-and-up, and keeping their eyes on the ball.” ., “They knew their job and did it. Even a dumb roughneck like me got a show.” “J’m sure sold on a Union that’s got what the IWA has, Any decent, red-blooded logger who could have been there, would have felt exactly the same way. So, I’m not going to apologize pce sounding off about a good ow. "Damn Good Convention, Joes! Friendly, Solid and Democratic. It Was Democratic I GOT to laugh when I hear those tales about a Fadling-Als- bury-Mitchell machine. All ma- chines were parked in the bone- yard when Pritchett and Dalskog took their famous nose-dive. Joe Stalin himself couldn’t dic- tate at this Convention. The rank and file really got the bit in their teeth and went the full distance. The top brass took back seats, and were more seen than heard, and spoke when spoken to. Because they have kept to the line laid down by the rank and file they got an okay on their work, Nobody