The labor journal. [volume] (Everett, Wash.) 1909-1976, 1911-09-01
THE AMERICAN CIRCUS.

D. H. Harris, of Mendon, Mich, in a
recent toast, issued the following appeal
to the Filipinos:
"You Filipinos don't know what you
are missing by not wanting to become
citizens of this grand country of ours.
There isn't anything like it under the
sun. You ought to send delegation
over to see us, the land of the free
land of hundreds of fine churches and
thousands of licensed saloons; Bibles,
forts and guns, houses of prostitution,
millionaires and paupers, theologians and
thieves, liberalsts and liars, politicians
and poverty, Christians and chain gangs,
schools and scalawags, trusts and tramps,
money and misery, homes and hunger,
virtue and vice, land where you can
get good Bible for Is cents and drink
of whisky for 8 cents; where we have a
man in congress with three wives and
a lot in the penitentiary for having two
wives; where some men make sausage
out of their wives and some want to
eat them raw; where we make bologna
out of dogs, canned beef out of horses
and sick cows, and corpses out of the
people who eat them; where we put a
man in Jail for not having the means of
support and on the rock pile for asking
for a Job of work; where we license
bawdy houses and impose fines on men
for preaching Christ on the street cor
ners; where we have a congress of 400
men who make laws, and a supreme
court of nine men who set them aside;
where good whisky makes bad men and
bad men make good whisky; where news
papers are paid for suppressing the
truth, and made rich for teaching a lie;
where professors draw their convictions
from the same place they draw their
salaries; where preachers are paid $685.
600 a year to dodge the devil and tickle
the ears of the wealthy; where business
consists of getting hold of property iii
any way that won't land you in the
penitentiary where trusts hold up and
poverty holds down; where men vote
for what they do not want for fear they
won't get what they do want by voting
it. Where niggers can vote and women
can't; where girl who goes wrong is
made an outcast and her male partner
flourishes as gentleman; where women
wear false hair and men dock their
horses tails; where the political wire
puller has displaced the patriotic states
man; where men vote for thing one
day and cuss it 1854 days; where we have
prayers on the floor of our national
capitol and whisky in the cellar; where
we spend $500 to bury statesman who
is rich and $40 to put away working
man who is poor; where to be virtuous
is to be a crank; where we sit on the
safety valve of energy and pull wide
open the throttle of conscience where
gold is substance, the one thing sought |
for; where we pay SIS for dog and
ID cents a dozen to poor women for
making shirts; where we teach the UNI
tutored Indian eternal life from the
Bible, and kill him off with bad whisky;
where we put man in Jail for stealing
a loaf of bread, and in congress for
stealing railroad; where the check
book talks, sin walks in broad daylight,
justice is asleep, crime runs amuck, cor
ruption permeates our whole social and
political fabric and the devil laughs from
every street corner Come to us 'Fillies.'
We've got the greatest aggregation of
good things and bad things, hot things
and cold things, all sizes, varieties and
colors ever exhibited under one tent
The Call.