The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1888-08-07
HOW THEY DO 1T.
The Drones Who Consider the
World Indebted to Them.
Who Clothes Them, Who Feeds Them. and
Why DO They Do It-When Their
Credit is Gone, What Then?
How do thew do it?

How do they do it?
"They toll not, neither do they spin," and
yet they wear summer suits and spotless linen;
yes, even now, when times are hard and coin
of the realm is scarce.
They have neither bank account, occupation
nor expectations, yet when the summer fruit
no longer tempts the small change and the
small boy, they blossom out i'll u new ulster
and winter cane
How do they do it?
OF course it is true that one-half the world
does not know how the other half lives, but
this does not explain the ignorance of tho
people about the income of drone. Neither
does it do away with the very natural query as
to how often he eats and who does his wash
ing. This is the question and who can answer
it?
You know who is meant, of course. but a
little description would not be amss The
drones are here in Atlanta-they are every
where. You see them every day, but perhaps
you have never stopped to inquire who feeds
them, or wondered how they manage to live in
idleness and change their clothing even as the
thermometer tluctuates.
They carry an umbrella when it looks like
rain, or the sun is busily at work around the
ninety degree mark on the thermometer.
They carry cane during the other intervals
OF their waking hours and change the cune as
the proper contrast with their necktie demands.
You never saw them doing any work, and you
don't know that they are present or prospective
i
brella and their stock of canes?
Their linen would reflect the facets of
So diamond, and their collars are as wide, as
high and as well starched as though they were
born that way. Yet YOU know they have no
interest in q laundry, and q shirt fac
tory has not their name upon its doors. Where
did they stock upon shirts, and how do they
keep them starched?
Their hat, or hats, for they change them
too, are always stylish, and seldom look like
jauntily as though their income
day and all they had to do was to spend it.
Where did they get the hat? You know, and
so does the drone, that it is a long time since
he made enough money to buy hat if he ever
did
Then the clothes! How nicely they fit and
how nobby the patterns. They are all in suits,
they change with the whims of their wearer
and excite the admiration of the man who is
glad to know he has an extra suit for very eX-
ira occasions, and who works for his money
and is thankful to get it then.
And then the shoes and neckties-Oh! such
neckties-and other incdentals that adorn
get these things? Has he perennial credit,
or does he find them in the road? Of course
you don't know, and there's every reason for
belief that the drone don't care.
But where does he eat? He must do that
occasionally, even if he does lead fast life.
Does he eat at the hotel whose toothpicks fur
nish him occupation for few of his many
leisure moments? No, not often, or if he
does the clerk and cashier know it not, and his
name doth not appear upon the register.
Then, sum it up and the question is big one,
though don't worry about giving an answer.
it doesn' worry the drone and he moves along
as serene and smoothly as the boy who brings
your ice
But there is an end to all things, and
when the world finally makes up its
mind that it has been imposed
upon long enough the drone viii have to shuck
his coat and hustle to collect the living that he
now imagines comes to him as a vested right.
And it will be a case OF "stay there with
"ah there" dead and buried under a mountain
of uunaid hills