Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-09-01
The Devil of PrOvress


Written for The Evening Star
Here go. That's It, whoop IT up-wboon # mn
lively.
What's the use of living if you don't trayelp
Crowd on the steam all that the boiler will carry
shout ana blow horns; hammer the gongs brazen
belly
Keep W the din-clatter and batter and shatter:
Yell to the world: This Is our fin de steele
This Is the age-age of stupendous achievement
Whoop it up. Hi Faster and faster and faster
Swing round the curves shaking the hold of the
weaklings.
Over the; go. Ho for survival Of fittest,
Only the strong. At for the strenuous living!
Down In the dust-down you weak-livered and
tim'rous.
Tender and mild, aged, unfit for contention
Drop and be damned. Go to your Mace in ths
graveyard
on OF the car-oh Of the great car of progress.
Whnop it up. Hi! Let out the throttle a trlfle.
Hold to your place. Hang by your teeth or your
toenails.
Narrow your gaze-see but the dust that is flying
Husband your breath-words of commission are
dangerous.
If yen wonld speak, yell for the glory of progress
Freeing the world. scatt'ring its boons to all
nations.
Into tina: crowd-mob Of uncivilized wretcbes,
Into their midst Scatter their forces like chickens
Over their necks. What are the lives of such
cattle
When they would check-hinder the great car Ct
progress?
Whoop !: up. Hi! Startle the earth and the
heavens.
Out of the way-out Of the way all We laggards.
Dare nnt impede this. the divine car Of progress
ImpiOus horde! Grovel before the great Juggernaut
Stfe those cries. Dreamers! Calamity howlers.
Progress is king. Progress. Unsuitable progress!
Ruler divine! Ruler OF strong and hot blooded,
Crushing the weak. grinding the meek and the
gentle.
Blottins them out-they have no place in this
kingdom.
whoop it up. HI! Hit 1t up faster and faster
Shake OF the trash-modest, contented and peace
full.
Fight for your place. Fight like fend If you
have to.
Fighting is good; SO shall you strengthen your
sHews.
Yield to no man. Self and self only forever!
Pummel and shove. mangle and maui like good
If you would prove fit for the strenuous living
Crowd out the weak. Ours is the place they are
filling.
Ours is the earth-onrs by the right Of our yigor
Glorious We! chosen to people the planet
WhoOp it up. Hi! Speed till our very teeth
chatter.
Speed till eyes rattle around in their sockets
Onward we whri. Never mind goal or direction
Spee0 Is tne goaE-aH we have time to consider.
Whoop ii up That's it. Hi! Whoop 1t up faster
Progress is king. Progress! Unsuitable progress!
CHORUS OF wEAKLINGs.
Ordain thy kingdom, Lord, we pray. where love
and peace shall reign
Where only Kindly thoughts and deeds are counted
worthy gain
Where each shall help his brother up nor tread his
brother down;
Where modesty and gentleness shall be a noble
crown;
Where Ill designs shall be o'ercome by unresisting
love-
And. pure and pssionless. our Ives shall lift our
thoughts above
The soiled and sordid fields II gain-the brutal
fields Of strife
And growth in spiritual grace shah be the aim Of
Nfe
Lord who hast pleased the peacemakers, the meek.
tho pure In heart
Lord, who has taught that he who yields doth play
thu nobler part
Fulfill. we pray. the promise. God-given at my
birth:
GieU 70 God in heaven, and peses. good win On
earth.
-HRUx oEDR