Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-17

Quay and the rest boss the machine? WHY
dof boss the machine? Because the peo-
pie want to be bossed. Because they d
rather be led than to lead themselves Can
you find flaw in that? Facts is facts
and history is history. Bosses is bosses.
ana the people are sheep. Is a shepherd in
the herding business for his health and
70 amuse and ervate the sheen? Not he
hes In the game for the money he can
get out Of shearing and occasional butcher
ing; So am 1. My own pocket first. last
ana always II it wasn't me it'd be an
other shepherd. And maybe one thst.d
make the sheep sweat worse'n do,
tnVe lips parted in protest but Ca,eh
waved him to silence
lou were going to say some wise thing
We me peoples inviolate rights, Ell?
eve all got '1nviOlate rights Rut r. We
ieaVe EN- laying around loose ana ~.
s.ano up Tor EN-, we can't expect much nitv
w, Wien some one else cops 'em away from
vo o 81 = Try 10 turn you out of your house
sou We sot right to prevent me And vo,,
wouid. Ii you sat by and let me do If von,d
deserve what you got If try to turn the
people out OF their rights in the leeislatnre
cnm;nne STAND Tor 1t who's got a kick
eoiHihs once In blue moon some man
whose brains have all run to IungsNnoth-
ing personal-gets up and shouts To the
people that they're being conned. some
times-not this time, mind youMtbey he
lleve 1t, and they throw over the macbina
ana elect a bunch of wall-eyed reformers
That know as much about practical noIitics
as c4Tn-1ed dodo bird knows about theol-
ogy. What happens? The CITY and the
state are run In way that'd make a school
boy cry. At the end of one single adminis
tratlon there's record of Inconvenience and
messed-up official affairs that takes cen
fury to straighten out. The police have been
made so pure they won't let ice and mill
be sold for sick babies on Sundays but they
haven t time to keep folks from being sand
bassed In open daylight. The building de-
partment commissioners are so incorruStihIa
they don't know a brick from a lumn Of
putty. And the contractors eat I'D chunks
OF overpay for rotten work. And so in every
branch of government. The people get wise
to all this. and they decide it's better to he
bled by professionals and to get az least
part of their moneys worth in decent sery-
ice than 1t Is to be bed just as heavy nv a
J pack of measly amachoors and get no serv-
ice at all. So. back they come to the boss
begging him to get on the job again. Which
he does, being self-sacrificing sort of a
cuss and glad to help the plain people
Likewise himself"
1.-THE administration you describe is the
result Of fanaticism. not real reform. tt"
From where sit. the difference between
the two amt so great as to show to the I'M
dressed eye. You speak of lawyers and
country editors being bought by my passes
Is there any law making em accept those
passes if they don't want EN-? Could buy
one of those men If he wasn't for sale?
There's just one thing more. and then your
little lesson'll be over and you can run
home. All through this delightful little re-
union you've kind of took the 'holier-than-
thou tone that's such a pleasing trait of
you reformers when you're dealing with
mere sane folks. Now, the best thing you
can do Is to take that food idea out for a
walk and lose it. for you not only amt any
better than me. but amt half the man. and
|, never will be half the man l am. You were
born with a gold spoon in your mouth The
spoon was pulled out after you grew I'D
but not till you had your education and
your profession. What did you do? You'd
had the best advantages money could buy
you. And for all that, the most you could
rise to was measly everyday law practice
That's all the dividends the tens of thou
sands of dollars invested In your future
were ever able to declare, or ever will be
able to. started life dead broke No edu-
cation. no pull, no cash, no prospects
don't know just how rich I am today, but
no ones going to call you liar if you put
1t at forty millions And I'm bossing big
ger territory-and bossng with more power
than half the so-called high and mighty
kings of Yurrup. Now, s'pose you'd started
where did? Whered you be today? You'd
be the honest young brakeman on the
branch road or at best you'd be our gem
ial and rising young feller-townsman' the
second deputy assistant passenger agent of
the C.. G. & X. That's where you'd be. And
you know 1t. Had you the brains or the
sand to get where I am? Not you. Any
more than one of those patent leather 'rist-
ocrats In France had the genius TO win out
the Napoleon job. You're where you start
ed. I've kent on rising. And I'll rise to
the White House before I'm done. Now
ask you. fair and square. which of us two
is the best man. and IL you oughtn't to be
looking up to Caleb Conover instead Of"