The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1920-01-15
Theory and Practice

IL YOU nave time 70 waste ana YOUR
neck of the woods has not been clear
ed of the |. W. w. pest, grab one of
these birds with the red insignia in
his buttonhole ana ask him to tell YOU
about his economic theory, Don't
argue with him. It's a waste Of
breath. Just let him rave and cata-
logue a few of his more lucid re-
marks for future reference. After
leaving him, run over a few Of his ar
gumentS in your mind Then figure
out for yourself if the nut house is
not Just as good a place for your IN
desirable acquaintance as the hooSe
gov.
His theories are lovely things. All
about how everybody will be as rich
as everybody else and only a small
part Of a day chiefly devoted TO sleep
ing, eating, resting and enjoying life
will be given degrading labor. Only
he won't make ii as bald as that.
He'll sprinkle in a few big words,
twist a few honest statistics TO match
his ideas, quote a few bug authors
and miSquote a few real thinkers.
You may go away with the idea that
he's quite right, you know, until you
get out Of reach of his voodooiSm and
consider his arguments in the clear
light of a little reason.
If you founder about between the
DRY and theory and finally admit that
you know about as much about econ
omics now as you knew about K. P.
before April, 1917, maybe YOU will
resort to the crude, unscientihc meth
cd Of putting his theories up against
practice. You will merely turn TO the
RS" and under the heading Rus
STA will not the superb manner in
which the |. W. W. millennium, which
is basically the same as the Bolshev-
istic paradise, works out when II
comes true.
Honest workmen, like yourself,
who like your three squares a day
and coca cola will find your Russian
brother who is rioting in proletarian
freedom plugging along twelve hours
a day and facing a diet Of lead if he
suggests a strike for eleven hours
and a minimum wage Of 500 rubles,
or about ten cents a day.
II doesn't matter who owned the
property in the first place, the poor,
the boorzhwazee, or the plutes, the
vultures on the top of the heap have
taken it over and protect their rights
by red guards who would make baby
killing Prussians sick with envy.
Food is a commodity in. which the
long-haired spell-binders3Eho climb
ed into the eX-throne rooms revel,
while the poor wops who didn't have
pull enough to get in with the higher
ups, or were too tender-hearted to be
red guards, lap up the crumbs thrown
from palace windows and haunt the
vicinity Of the eX-royal garbage cans.
lust to show how delightfully."- equal
everybody is and to save the formal
ity of numbering the rest Of the fam
lily when a woman is desired by one
of the heads Of this orderly govern
ment, wives, sisters and sweethearts
are nationalized." Nice idea. How
would YOU like it over here?
White-hot irons, caldrons of boil
ing oil, stufy graves for the living
racks, thumbScrewS and various ON
er thingumbobs of the middle age:
are the popular Russian substitutes
for courts or justice, with an occa'
sional old-fashioned massacre tc
keep the constituents in line, in com
parison with St. Bartholomew Day
would stink into the class Of a Sun.
day school spelling orgy.
This is the |. W. W. economic the
DRY put in practice. Great stuff is
nit it? All in favor Of allowing then
to practice tin Russia -step for
ward. Company, Halt!-The Pacific
Legion.