The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-23
A FINE FAT PRODUCT
 OF MONOPOLY.

A huge corporation has been organ | ized in the State of Maine, which has ! acquired waterpower rights in four | New Hampshire Counties. Plans are
 afoot to make this the sixth largest | waterpower enterprise in the United States.
 Estimates place the combined poten- | tiality of the properties a 100000 guar anteed horsepower, at approximately
 10000 secondary horse power. Twenty-Five miles of New Hamp-
 shire highway will have to be relocat- ed to make room for the power com-
 pany. | Twelve thousand acres of woodland | must be cleared Seven miles of the Claremont branch | of the Boston and Maine must be ta-
 ken up and relaid elsewhere.
 The sites occupied to-day by four
 small villages will be completely in
 undated, and the settlements totally | obliterated.
 I And the people sit by, stupidly twid- | ding their thumbs, and permit this | gigantic monopoly to get strangle uOlu upOu buS IuCurG or Iu0lr IuQuS- tries For every wheel that is turned | by electricity in all the territory which | this great capitalistic combination will | control, will pay tribute to this Behe- | moth. Every electric light, street, | lamp, oven or heater used, will con- | tribute to its corpulency.
 Thousands upon thousands of dollars
 will be shoveled into the unsuitable
 maw of this octopus, and the future ! of generations yet unborn, will be | mortgaged to its avaricious greed. Wouldn't you naturally think that that great numbering sleepy, indolent giant-the Public-would wake up oc-
 unhampered by the blood-sucking l teaches who are so industriously ex- sanguinating him?
 Wouldn't it be an exhibition of al- | most human intelligence if the people | of the State of New Hampshire would come out of their trance, rub their | eyes, say "Heigh ho," a few times, and | then proceed to inquire as to the bus ! mess purpose and ultimate intentions ! of these shrewd, far-seeing investors And having ascertained that per fectly feasible plan was broached for l the purpose of making the public pay | millions by the sale of a commodity 1 which belongs to the people collective ly-the Public, would declare it's will hngneSS to build it's own waterpoWer. reservoirs and storage plants, and Wear | few callouses upon it's own fingers from handling this aurate flood which | will now be diverted into the coffers of this syndicate?
 If it could only be sufficiently inn pressed upon the consciousness of these benighted yokels that they were selling themselves into slavery for a beggarly mess of potage; if they could | only be made to see that the owner h <nf 4hr 1aff 1fr, street railways and machinery; togeth- err with the heating and lighting of | the future, was held over their de- fenseless heads as a gnarled club by 1 these gentle buccaneers-suave and | polish, and as sleek and innocent ap- the canary,-if the people could only realize these things, they would act. And the first thing they would do, would be to repudiate that grant, and | prevent the sale of water privileges to any private corporation. Then they'd | appropriate sufficient to build and op- crate a fair sized plant of their own, | increasing its capacity as necessity arose. Then they could sell electricity | or power to themselves, either at cost | of production and operation, or at the | ruling rate, using the gigantic prof it's to retire their bonds for construc- | tion work. When they had every thing
 paid for, they could hquidate other | State debts, and materially reduce tax es thereby. There would be some in | telligence exhibited in this procedure But trained seal has eight and two | thirds times the reasoning power of | the average man, when questions af- l fecting the public veal or woe are | concerned. He-the Individual, not the l seaEknows nothing about sociology or political economy, and the saddest and dreariest part of it is that he doesn't l wish to know.
 So clamp on the chains, MT. CEN | TRAIL WATER POWER COMPANY. 1 Don't be afraid to gouge, rob, over | charge, and fleece to the limit | That is what we expect-please don't | disappoint us.
 DIR. EDWIN F. BOWERS.