The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1907-08-15
THE PRINCE AND THE PARASITES.

Newport you may remember is located in the partic
ular vest pocket commonwealth known as Rhode Island
famed principally for the production of politics and
vacuum known Wetmore.
1t is the summer home of the swell and the swell
1t is the annual camp of snobbery where many
daughters of the American refrigeration emerge temper
ary from the ice chest and few sneerona DANES hunt
the human lion.
Just Newport is in such utter The dear prince
Is coming to America. Prince William of Sweden it
is and he is coming his batleship. Nobody in New
port single batleshp They can't pronounce the
name of Williams and nobody knows what William s
last name is, but history will enumerate the
number of tear stained pillows that followed the triumph
ant capture of the distinguished royalty by certain
aspiring society leader He is going to be her little
tame prince She will wine him and dine him and smile
at him and show him off and drag him around and fill
him with champagne and stuff him with food and think
she is having such lovely time; and then all her select
friends will grab him. and they having such lovely
tme and all the poor miserable outsiders who haven
been invited, they will gaze wisfuly from aar off, and
wish they could wine and dine and fater and drag and
stuff him. that they could have lovely time until the
prince Ga kings son being called prince Just as man
who runs engine is called an engineer until the
prince if he is half the man he is repued will say to him
self, "And they told me at home this democracy'
And he will wonder whether he has really arrived?
The unfortunate part is, nobody will correct him. No
body will point out to him that he is seeing only the side
show and that the entrance to the big tent where the
sure enough American people are on exhibition is on
little further. Nobody Will say to him: ''Tns isn't
America This is only the fungus the side of the
strong old oak It's only the parasitic growth that feeds
what it clings to- These people produce any
thing They never put their shoulders to the wheel Of
government. They don't anything about it except
to cheat it when they These only the drones
The iders the fragments thrown off by the machine of
Industry They not citizens And they not
doing all this because you you it's because you
'Your Highness.' It's because they think you so
much better than they They will fawn and atter for
10 days. next week they'll have another monkey party
Perhaps day-aong in the millennium some
lime, another kings will over and pass by the
toohless remnants of Newport very quickly, and go to
The factories and the producers and to the stores and
the workers. and to the little homes and the voters
down into the mines to talk with the laborers out to the
freight yards to watch the swchmen, into the little back
streets to become acquainted with the people who don't
know the French for Please pass the sat but who
making the big clean wheels of government go around,
helping and working and thinking and voting and caring
about the usefulness of their lives and about the need
and purpose and spendor of great peoples naton and
then he will say to himself:
'How the country has changed from what my great
great grandfather sad'
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