The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-10
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There are three types of voters. Those who are interruptions shar-
 CTS in the reasons. strategems and spoils upon which they batten and fatten
 Those who are weak and indiffer- ent; with a sangfroid which would be Imaginable were 1t purblind fool ishness not so pitiful;, and
 Those who are mentally lazy-who will not take the trouble to investi- gate what should be, by all rights of
 human decency and justice. matter of paramount importance to them as integral parts of the body social.
 These handled voters follow as un- questionably as sheep does a beli- wether through whatever hole in the political fence their masters lead them. These mental sluggards fee-
 bly demand that their policies and politics be pre-digested, to the end that the assimilation of the same mas entail no demands upon their dyna- mic energy.
 It is difficult to say which of these three classes is the most reprehen- sible.
 The grating thug and boodler is honest-to himself-and single in his motive in extracting all the blood an already ersanguinted public can spare.-and then a little more. His actions are contemptible, but at least they ARE ACTIONS and shows intelligent interest. It is the difference between an alert bank bur- glar, and stupid cretin = a sleek beast of prey, and an minimizing, un- reasoning mass of pathologically or ganized flesh.
 The first class deserves considera- ton from the fact that they are avow- ed enemies. They fight in the open, and their tiger stripes and bull-pup dispositions are plainly visible with out the aid of a telescope. They are true carnivori, and the Ring depends upon their feline services to the last illegal vote cast, and the final dis honest action accomplished. Those who are arrayed on the side of civic decency and honor know them for what they are. There IS no clement of the lamb paradins around in a tigers skin in their make up. They are true specimens-veri- table bulwarks of unrighteousness. It Is to the other two classes that svs would address ourselves. inertia, in state of nature. is philosophical Fly untenable. The man, possessed of suffrage power, who neglects to affiliate himself with Principle is, first and foremost, an enemy to so- ciety, and secondly even the most selfish and mercenary stand point, an enemy to himself-to his own financial and civic well-being. He exemplifies in his lassez faire. the spirit of Inertia
 With smug. self assurance that ''Alrs well' he neglects the most important duty that man can per- form-to attempt, in so far as lies in his power to better conditions of liv- ing, and help purifysthe political att mosphere of his city. It is to this class of voters that the wage slave raises his manacled hands in en- treaty for succor from galling op- pression; it is to them that the down trodden serf of political feudalism directs his prayer for relief from ex- tortion; 1t is to them that the little slum children. in their helpless ig nDrance. mutely appeal for the White child.s chance"
 Now, the most magnificent word in the English language is BEAU TY.' It symbolizes in this case. mo- blesse oblige-the knightly obligation the subconscious pledge to a service in the interest of the human family by the very reason of one's ability to render such service.
 The hnlSnCs sans pSuT 6C SduS re- prochl who with high purpose and chivalrous soul, went forth on his pilgrimage in pursuit of the Grail, ac- compHshed his real mission-not. ;n finding the Blessed Cup and bring ing it safely back-but in the wrongs he righted, the innocence he defend cd. the outraged he avenged during his pilgrimage. This is the real sig niifcance-the beautiful motive for which the Holy Grail stands as sym bol.
 Just so with the recalcitrant voter, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and e.even.
 There are as many faire ladyes. with streaming eyes and heaving bo- soms, locked in oppressive castles; there are as many dragons. and Min atours, and giants to-day as there ever were, and more. They simply transmigrated into the bfoated car casses of our captains of industry those gentle souls who are the 10. gis of our civilization-who cause