My maternal great-grandfather owned a large dry-goods concern which still exists. He was a decent man who took care of his employees, one of whom was Eugene V. Debs. (Though Debs later gained notoriety on behalf of workingmen, he remembered my relation fondly.) Grandfather continued to treat his laborers well. A tender recollection was his funeral procession passing the company grounds. It wasn’t a workday, but hundreds of the men stood in pouring rain to remove their hats as his hearse passed by. My paternal grandmother experienced the other side of the labor coin. She was a line worker in ...