Mohave County miner., 1908-02-01
The Great Sausage Machine.

What an immense sausage machine the United States is, to be sure. You do not believe it. Well, come to Ellis Island, first, and take look. Did you ever see the raw material in so many forms? Look at them as they disem- bark. See from that German Lloyd steamer. That crowd came from south- ern Europe-Italians, Greeks, Slavs, simple peasants some, beggars some, good many thieves, while some are of the canaille and are meditating pos sible murders even now. Most of them will stop in the big cities and lester there.
 Some of them will be playing hand organs day after tomorrow and learn ing the ways of the strange, new land. This steamer over the way is a Ham, burg liner. Most of its people are Ger mans, though mixed in with them are some Russians. The Germans know where they are going. They will not stop in the big cities. The chances are that this day next week they will all be in some colony of their countrymen in Missouri or Wisconsin, and will be telling of all the old neighbors whom they left in the Fatherland and of those who will come out next year. Over across is British ship from Stockholm. There are the fair haired ones whose great grandfathers were Norsemen and whose fathers fought under Gustave Adolphus, and their brain and brawn will be felt in the harvest fields of Minnesota and the Dakotas next summer.
 The big ship over to the left is from Liverpool, and the jolly crowd that is thronging down upon the wharf are Irish boys. Note the two in advance. They have been Americans ever since they learned that their grandfather shot landlord, and one of their un- cles killed an ''informer." Come back here in three years and you will find one of them policeman. Ask him where his running mate that he had when he 'came over" is, and he will tell you he is the night shift foreman on an Idaho mine. Look around! There are nationalities enough to start world. There are fair men and dark, fair girls and dark. So far it is a mystery with them all; the picture is ever dissolving and new one forms every day; they gather there daily and daily wend their way inland to merge with the resident host that for 5000 miles stretch away to the west, even to the western ocean. Last year on every week day wave of 5000 of them was thrown upon that shore.
 And you do not see where the simile of the sausage machine comes in. Well, you are dull, sure enough. None of them are Americans, are they? Well, go and look for them ten years hence and see what you will fnd Suppose that pretty German girl that is tripping down the plank happens next year to marry the English lad who is offering to carry her bundle, what will they be five years hence? You say, an English man and Ger man woman." Will they? What will their babies be then? All Americans, will they not? Do you see that Italian family over the other way? Suppose the other girl goes to Denver, and marries a Russian, what will their children be?
 You think you are pretty much of an American, but where did you come from? 1 saw your son, last night, at the theater, tossing boquet to a charming French songstress, and not ed this morning that he was studying French dictionary. Are you sure that all your grandchildren are going to be Americans of pure lineage? Don't you see that hundred races are all the time passing through the hopper of this machine into which they are indistinguishable as they are fed through, but all one thing as they emerge? All Americans, all ready to fight for native land. All ready to be- come policemen or presidents; all speaking one tongue; all aiame with enthusiasm for a land where the op. portunities are open to all alike, and all Swearinp hy the Hap that in ono