I Preferred Sewing To Bossing Little Children.

I Nursed Men Back To Sanity Who Were Driven To Despair. I Solicited Clothes For The Ragged Children, For The Desperate Mothers. I Laid Out The Dead, The Martyrs Of The Strike.

My Teachers Treated Me As A Diamond In The Rough, Someone Who Needed Smoothing.

The Militant Not The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth!

Men's Hearts Are Cold. They Are Indifferent.

I Preferred Sewing To Bossing Little Children.