five o'clock
Each peasant listened to a recital in his own tongue -- the tongue in which the folklore , the cradle sayings of his race had been preserved -- of the common wrongs of all , of misery still present , of happiness still unachieved in this land of liberty and opportunity they had found a mockery ; to appeals to endure and suffer for a common cause . But who was to weld together this medley of races and traditions , to give them the creed for which their passions were prepared , to lead into battle these ignorant and unskilled from whom organized labour held aloof ? Even as dusk was falling , even as the Mayor , the Hon. Michael McGrath , was making from the platform an eloquent plea for order and peace , promising a Committee of Arbitration and thinking about soldiers , the leader and the philosophy were landing in Hampton . The `` five o'clock '' edition of the Banner announced him , Antonio Antonelli , of the Industrial Workers of the World ! An ominous name , an ominous title , -- compared by a well-known publicist to the sound of a fire-bell in the night . The Industrial Workers , not of America , but of the World ! No wonder it sent shivers down the spine of Hampton !