Not
many years ago one of the largest business houses in Chicago put up a
placard, just before election, stating that the proprietor considered
his interests justly the interests of his clerks, and it was decidedly
to his interests to have the Honorable Barnacle Bigbug re-elected. All
employes were requested to note well. You see the crime of this
dry-goods "prince" (how we all run to idiotic titles!) lay in
subordinating the good of the State to the good of his particular
millions. He totally forgot that the good of each clerk was as much to
be looked after by the Government as the good of his own ambitious flesh
and blood. He drowned every principle of democracy in the monarchical
desire to "get it all and then give some away." The desire to give away
is where the theory gives away. Now this can never happen on the farm.
The plutocrats must always tremble before the man with hay-seed in his
hair. They cannot reach him. They cannot tempt or debauch him. Teach
this to your sons. Teach it with horses, buggies, churches, picnics,
schools, books, rest, and travel. Take the boys to the rank-smelling
cities; show them the factories, the store-gangs, and the street gangs.
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