The Saturday evening post . ow after, govern,direct and enjoy a world free of the soul-less and greedy monsters who now fattenat our expense! A policeman sauntered near, swinginghis club in debonair fashion, and the crowdmelted away. The orator, all his firescooled, stepped from his box and sought toescape. A heavy hand fell upon his shoul-der and held him fast. Ive a mind to pinch you, said thepoliceman, but his voice was cheerful andpromised hope. You were obstructintraffic after a fashion, and the looks of youconfess some form and fashion of devil-ment. Your hands are soft with loafin anddi
The Saturday evening post . ow after, govern,direct and enjoy a world free of the soul-less and greedy monsters who now fattenat our expense! A policeman sauntered near, swinginghis club in debonair fashion, and the crowdmelted away. The orator, all his firescooled, stepped from his box and sought toescape. A heavy hand fell upon his shoul-der and held him fast. Ive a mind to pinch you, said thepoliceman, but his voice was cheerful andpromised hope. You were obstructintraffic after a fashion, and the looks of youconfess some form and fashion of devil-ment. Your hands are soft with loafin anddirty with the filth of idleness. What wasthe burden of your message to these poorcreatures who had no better sense than tolisten? Mister Officer, replied the orator, pat-ently reassured by this official loquacity,I was speaking to these people concerninga brighter day that is coming. I spokefreely, but I did no evil. I but exercised aright that is guaranteed in the sacred Con-stitution that is the foundation of
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