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Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads

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Mother Jones
Age: 100 †
Born: 1830
Born: May 1
Died: 1930
Died: November 30
Human Rights Activist
Politician
Teacher
Trade Unionist
Union Organizer
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Mother Jones
Mary Harris
Boys
Repair
Girl
Machinery
Hands
Thread
Littles
Thin
Little
Walked
Barefooted
Reaching
Rows
Endless
Snapped
Girls
Threads

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