• Page 1 of [Louis Larsen]

    Page 1 of [Louis Larsen]

    • Contributor: Anderson, Harley - Larsen, Louis
    • Original Format: Manuscripts/Mixed Material
    • Date: 1939-01-28
  • Page 2 of [Louis Larsen]

    Page 2 of [Louis Larsen]

    FORM C Text of Interview (Unedited) NAME OF WORKER Harley Anderson ADDRESS Niobrara, Nebr. DATE January 28, 1939 SUBJECT Farm Holiday season NAME AND ADDRESS OF INFORMANT Louis W. Larsen In 1933 due to the economical condition the people seemed to rise in one accord in self defense and staged marches on various State Capitols in protest against threatened persecution by the wealthy corporations, ...

    • Contributor: Anderson, Harley - Larsen, Louis
    • Original Format: Manuscripts/Mixed Material
    • Date: 1939-01-28
  • Page 3 of [Louis Larsen]

    Page 3 of [Louis Larsen]

    2 Cho. Oh we have a glorious dream of how fair this world would seem When each man can live his life secure and free When the earth is owned by labor and there is joy and peace for all In the commonwealth that is to be. They would keep us [cowed?] and cringing meekly at their feet. They would stand between each worker ...

    • Contributor: Anderson, Harley - Larsen, Louis
    • Original Format: Manuscripts/Mixed Material
    • Date: 1939-01-28
  • Page 4 of [Louis Larsen]

    Page 4 of [Louis Larsen]

    3 They hoped to find surcease And live in love and peace And freedom take They spread oe'r planes far flung With toil and heartache wring A home was brought With suffering and with toil. They finally tilled the soil A few of them found some oil A good fight fought. Then came some who sought To [?] this wealth for naught Our fathers ...

    • Contributor: Anderson, Harley - Larsen, Louis
    • Original Format: Manuscripts/Mixed Material
    • Date: 1939-01-28
  • Page 5 of [Louis Larsen]

    Page 5 of [Louis Larsen]

    4 Now we have no more homes And like the wild beast roams From earth to sky They own this loved land A tiny rob-ber band Shall we not make our stand To live or die. —by [?]. W. Larsen Why Oh Why Why, oh Why should my brother die Why should my mother sit and cry And father, old with worry, sigh Can ...

    • Contributor: Anderson, Harley - Larsen, Louis
    • Original Format: Manuscripts/Mixed Material
    • Date: 1939-01-28
  • Page 6 of [Louis Larsen]

    Page 6 of [Louis Larsen]

    5 We have no enemies at all Were always ready at friendships call With helping hands when ills befall But how our joys in life did fall Can you, kind sir, please tell me why? They took my brother away from me. He had to go, he was not free To fight for them far over the sea This terribel thing, I cannot see ...

    • Contributor: Anderson, Harley - Larsen, Louis
    • Original Format: Manuscripts/Mixed Material
    • Date: 1939-01-28
  • Page 7 of [Louis Larsen]

    Page 7 of [Louis Larsen]

    6 Oh, no, dear child, God does no wrong But the rich by tricks control the throng And rule the fate of all along The way. They just seem strong And that, dear child, is why. Their lust for gold is more to them Than liberty or lives of men We are but dirt beneath their feet For gold they lie, they steal, and ...

    • Contributor: Anderson, Harley - Larsen, Louis
    • Original Format: Manuscripts/Mixed Material
    • Date: 1939-01-28
  • Page 8 of [Louis Larsen]

    Page 8 of [Louis Larsen]

    7 We have a duty to perform We must arise before the storm Destroys and leaves us all forlorn And bloody by its madness torn To guard you children all Make haste, away, away Stop madmen who just live to slay And make a better world always From out the ashes of today For such as you, my child.

    • Contributor: Anderson, Harley - Larsen, Louis
    • Original Format: Manuscripts/Mixed Material
    • Date: 1939-01-28
  • Page 9 of [Louis Larsen]

    Page 9 of [Louis Larsen]

    • Contributor: Anderson, Harley - Larsen, Louis
    • Original Format: Manuscripts/Mixed Material
    • Date: 1939-01-28