Blue-grass blade., 1908-07-19

Under Socialism, of course, there would be
a mutua- looking out. The man who had
devoted time, labor and health to acquiring
something would "divy" finding his reward
in the applause of his conscience.
This equality, MISUNDERSTANDING
theory isl't new; the Spartans tried it. the
Puritans tried it, | tried it; friend and
/ agreed to share a room, he to cook one
day, | another. At the end of the first
month he evaporated surreptitiously, leaving
me to pay rent and carrying off my pajamas
ard umbrella. That cured me of collective
ownership" My only consolation is the
hope that through the assistance of my cook
ing he has become a confirmed dyspeptic.
AS | said above, San Francisco tested the
Altruistic doctrine. What God Almighty
fol- got to equalze with his earthquake, the
working man evened off with his vote. The
Infinite has received several valuable sug-
gestions from this town of late
Pensioping the aged, which Socialists adj
vocate, has this drawback; the certainty of
a future pension would guarantee nothing
but age to justify it; everybody in the
present would bank on the future at every
body else's expense; it would be the death
blow TO prudence, the binding of foresight.
Men save because they have to save; all the
virtues spring from necessity We amount
to something because there is no choice be-
tween something and nothing. The poor boy
works for modest competence; that real
lied, habit born of necessity, becomes Sec
ond nature, and he can't stop; few men
realize immense wealth with malice afore-
thought. The poor boy has the advantage
Of have to-" the rich boy the disadvantage
of already have" A faculty or organ
coddled by prosperity atroDhies adversely
is the sole spur fear of starvation the only
stimuent. Under Socialism, such progress
is impossible Why should you clip my
wings because you can't flyf dependent
family may stir a mans energy; hardly a
d. pendent neighbor. It's the old, old story,
wait for the other fellow TO do something,
then do him.
Socialism is the dream of FOOLS the
vision of idiots, the apocalypse Of lunatics.
We are told that when this millennium ar
rives, no one will have to work more than
three hours a day. Every town will have a
big department store to which every man
will carry a ticket to draw his rations
There will be neither class, -four hundred"
nor Newport set;' everybody will call
everybody else "rom," Dick" OF Harry"
EAcusveness will be the objectionable sin,
aid a tendency to pick your own company,
art, literature, painting, music, everything
that liberty fosters, will be sti.ed in the
fetid atmosphere of this moral quagmire Of
poverty, ignorance, equality, laziness,
License, tree love and intolerance. This
dream is soothed by literary lullaby nick
named, "An appeal to Reason" 1.-THE which
If any man believeth he shall be saved, and
he that Delieveth not shall be damned
Abrupt reformation must ever be fail
lre. Evolution, the slow and tireless mis-
sionary, carries us gradually toward per-
lection, but that state of stagnatiCn we shall
mover reach. Rob man of his hope for bet
er things and he becomes clam; keep him
rom going ahead and he goes backward.
Without a vision the people perish" but
lie vision must paint well-defined ideal on
heir horizon of hope. AS we attain one
deal, We create another. Forget our ideal
n contertment and we are lost Our happi-