. . o is now controlling busi-ness. He must step down and out. To compel this we must build andinstall a new order of things, allowing the workers to act as agents forsociety, and use a kind of money which cannot act in an atmosphere ofspeculation. Exchangeable money has no values except such as we bestow uponit by our false and religion-killing reverence, crystallized into a seem-ing power through fear-fed legislating, and under this perversion ofreligion (not ignorance, for we know better), the worker accepts thepaltry wage of seventeen cents for each dollars worth of true v
. . o is now controlling busi-ness. He must step down and out. To compel this we must build andinstall a new order of things, allowing the workers to act as agents forsociety, and use a kind of money which cannot act in an atmosphere ofspeculation. Exchangeable money has no values except such as we bestow uponit by our false and religion-killing reverence, crystallized into a seem-ing power through fear-fed legislating, and under this perversion ofreligion (not ignorance, for we know better), the worker accepts thepaltry wage of seventeen cents for each dollars worth of true values hecreates. Thus he goes in debt eighty-three cents to competition andgraft continually. At every stroke of the hammer or dash of the saw,he is doing this very thing! It is time we advertise A Great SacrificeSale—Going Out of Business! Because, And from the days ofJohn the Baptist until now the Kingdom of Heaven suffereth violence,and the violent take it by force. We need comradeship more than we need A Scène in Ashland Park, Jackson County, Oregon Soil and Climate make this Section the Italy of America. Ashland is especially well located as to climate. The altitude ismedium—cool in summer and mild in winter. 1D0LATRY 33 TAINTED MONEY I went to church one Sunday Not very long fancy singer acted prink, A nice young preacher led the box came round and, come to think, Id bought no ticket at the door,So I threw in a piece of chink. The usher, he looked back for more;The preacher made a prayerful whine, God bless this pile. I nearly chili of fear ran up my spine; I wondered if my coin was tainted. The singers sang for wages, So broke the Sabbath preacher sputtered, in a stew, Because the best folks stay at made me take a careful view To see what kind of crowd was found in almost every pew At least one ad, for bleaching hair,And almost all the women dear Were counterfeit, at least were inkling came, wi
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