A poem and some images relating to the prolonged and occasionally riotous Hamilton Street Railway strike of 1906.
‘Tis here we have a street car strike,
Which now is all the talk;
And as the street cars do not run,
Is therefore why we walk.
The street car company would like
To see the union broke;
And if they could, they therefore would,
And think it a good joke.
The wage they pay is very small,
Nor willing to pay more,
And at the union they, no doubt
Are feeling very sore.
They care not for the citizens
Nor for the city’s right;
To make enormous dividends
Is always their delight.
The rolling stock is very poor,
The tracks need much repair,
The cars run like a rocking horse
From many years of wear.
They had an arbitration but
It was of no avail;
To live up to the text, we know
The company did fail.
And that’s why the men did then
Inaugurate a strike :
Although they did not fancy it
It’s what we all dislike.
But strikes have sometimes got to be
That justice may be done;
They are not here for petty spite,
Nor gotten up for fun.
- J. Pottringer
Hamilton Street Railway Office – james North at Gore – broken windows
HSR electric car – broken windows
Stone Terrace – Hunter St. E. Broken windows. Scabs boarded there.