﻿—”Briquets”  
 
Sex, race, creed and color— is 
Opposed to 
Rex, grace, greed and $. 

“Eat not, work not—work not, eat naught”. This reminds me: Most of the “self made” men you meet on the street, “look” as if they had been working overtime on that stomach of theirs. Also, they must have put in a few extra hours on that double chin on the back of their necks. 

I threw away my toothpicks today—won’t need them. 
I’m hanging onto my false teeth a while longer to “grit” with. 

Ah slaves, only 3 years and 6 months more— to next election —to exercise our franchise. When do we exercise our brain? 
“Servants of the People” often prove unreliable. 
People trust their servants — 
I’m sorry dear, I’m sorry dear, I’m sor’— 
Want a thing well done? Do it yourself. 

Public policy is to civic welfare what oleomargarine is to a banquet. 

Are you still “hooverizing”? Good, hip, hip, hurrah! 
Only 4,999,997 men unemployed. —Three of the boys “got” jobs this morning. 

Right now we ought to send a note to Japan —3 notes, a night letter, and seven ultimatums to Mexico.—Let’s be diplomatic, if it takes the last man. 
To prevent war—”have war to prevent war”-. How simple! are we not simple? 
National agreement with RR workers abolished—cause: war is over. Debs still in “can”—cause: war isn’t over. Public policy— oleomargarine! 

Generally, when capital and labor get together, there is a cut in wages —when labor gets together, alone—there will be a cut in profits. 
Ever notice: When a bunch of “bolsheviks” go into a factory to work, the “masters press” calls them “A fine lot of law-abiding citizens.” But, when they come out, out on strike, the press calls them “lawless element, outlaws, roughnecks; and calls upon the “bulls” to “sap” the mob— some policy. Join the Solidarity.— 

The literary prostitutes of subsidized press say — “The’ I. W. W. is “ditched” by its leader.” Its a lie—no ditch or leader big enough. 
Red cards are selling @ $3.00 a throw. Market is firm, in spite of small flurry, created by “bulls”. Supply and demand steady. 
Personal: Just because a man “gets” uneasy—is no sign he is nervous, temperamentally. It might be “cooties”. Let’s have more action.— 

A “sky scraper” is only a “mine” upside down. Slaves work in mines,also. 
Is there a panic? No.—Unemployment? No. Bless your heart, no. T’is only a slight “industrial dislocation” —and we thought it serious. 
And in the meantime the intelligent minority is dilating on the “emptiness of space” instead of the Fullness of the Face. The rank and raw, handicapped with a second hand chew of snus, is discreetly silent. Minority, minority, minority, wins. Heads up—and stand from under! 
Down comes the capitalist system. 
T bone Slim. 