People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1894-12-06

mercy of beak, and claw, and hoof
and tooth-of hand, and club, and
b9in, and greed-inequality, Injustice
everywhere. The poor horse standing
in the street with his dray, over
worked, overwhipped and underfed.
when he sees other horses groomed to
mirror, glistening with gold and silver.
scorning with proud feet the very
earth, probably INDUCES in the usual
socialistic reflections; and this same
horse, worn out and old, deserted by
his master, turned into the dusty road.
leans his head on the topmost rail,
looks at the donkeys in the field of
clover, and feels like q nihilist.
In the days of cannibalism the strong
devoured the weak-actually ate their
flesh. In spite of all laws that man has
made, in spite of all advances in science,
the strong, the heartless still live on
the weak, the unfortunate, the foolish.
True, they do not eat their flesh or
drink their blood, but they live on
their labor, on their self-denial, their
WEAKNESS and want The poor man
who deforms himself by toll, who la
bors for his wife and children through
all his anxioes, barren, wasted life
who goes to the grave without ever
having luxury-has been the food Of
others. He has been devoured by his
fellow men. The poor woman living
in the bare and lonely room, cherries
and freless, sewing night and day to
keep starvation from her child, is
Slowly being eaten by her fellow men.
When l take into consideration the
agony of civilized life-the failures,
the anxiety, the tears, the withered
hopes, the bitter realities, the hunger,
the crime, the humiliation, the shame
i am almost forced to say that can
nibalism, after all, is the most merciful
form in which man has ever lived upon
his fellow man.
1t is impossible for a man with a
good heart to be satisfied with this
world as it Is now. No man can truly
enjoy even what he earns-what he
knows to be his own-knowing that
millions of his fellow men are in
misery and want. When we think of
the famished, we feel that it is almost
heartless to eat. To meet the ragged
and shivering makes one almost
ashamed to be well dressed and warm
one feels as though his heart was as
cold as their bodies.
In a world filed with millions and
millions of acres of land waiting to be
titled, where one man can raise the
food for hundreds, yet millions are on
the edge of famine. Who can compre-
bend the stupidity at the bottom of
this truth?
% there to be no change?
Are the laws of supply and de-
mand, invention and science, monopo-
ly and competition, capital and legisla-
ton, always to be enemies of those
who toll? VIII the workers always be
ignorant enough and stupid enough to
give their earnings to the useless. Will
they support millions of soldiers to kill
the sons of other workingmen? Will
they always build temples and live in
huts and dens themselves? Will they
forever allow parasites and vampires
to live on upon their blood? VIII they
remain the slaves Of the beggars they
support? VIII honest men stop taking
off their hats to successful fraud? Will
industry, in the presence of crowned
idleness, forever fall upon its knees
and will the lips unstained by lies for
ever kiss the robbers and impostor's
hands? Will they understand that
beggars can not be generous, and that
every healthy man must earn the right
to live? VIII they finally say that the
man who has had equal privileges with
all others has no right to complain or
will they follow the example that has
been set by their oppressors? Will
they learn that force, to succeed, must
have thought behind it and that any
thing done, in order that it may sue
coed, must rest on Justice?