﻿I’M PERSUADED 
 
The object of capitalism appears to be to “make it miserable” for 36,000,000 workingmen, their wives and progeny — matter of 90,000,000 people, all told — in the United States alone. 
The grief has been lifted from 4,000,000 workingmen, their wives and progeny — a matter of 14 million people, all told. 
Joy and abundance is dedicated to 4,000,000 parasites, professionals, grafters; their wives and progeny — a matter of 10,000,000 people, all told. Mellenium shall have been reached when all those 114,000,000 people starve as one — camped outside of full warehouses. 

But while we’re waiting for that there now millenium I think it advisable to kind o’ look after the (200 lb.) baby’s canned milk—enough butterfat should be put in them THAR CANS to keep down the rust. 

Water is all right in its place, in moderate qualities, but a tin can is not the place. 
Shouldn’t try to crowd the whole Niagara Falls into one can. 

A farmer doesn’t necessarily have to leave the farm to succeed —r despite the records of “a sprinkling” of farmers that made what is termed a success and “millions” at occupations other than farming. 
He can succeed right on the farm, but he must grab a leaf from the ledger of those “aggressive” business men that dictate to middlemen instead of taking dictation from them. 
Not only must they set a price on their products to the middleman but, in order to gain success and “millions, as farmers, they must do as most Industrial Kings do — set the price at which the middle man may dispose of the product. A rather cruel program, necessary in self-defense —— unsentimental as it is it is entirely feasible, but it presupposes that farmers will organise themselves into a selling corporation. “Impossible,” you say. 
Well those farmers that find it impossible will be weeded out and when the impossibilists are sufficiently thinned out the selling corporation will come—success will come—”millions” will roll in—and the rule will be:  
Rule the middle man and not be ruled by him. 
Looks like a class struggle, don’t it? 
Oh well, such things will happen in a civilized society. 
(Resume speed.) 
A workingman need not lay down his shovel in order to make a success (and “millions”) at something else. 
He can succeed right on the job and gamer “millions” (chicken feed), but he must jerk a leaf out of the industrial potentates note book and boss the middleman, the man that buys his labor power and incidentally the product of his toil—instead taking orders from him. 
For a workingman to be an “outstanding success” and gather riches, he must set a pride on his commodity—labor power—and, further, he must set the price at which the middleman—the employer—may dispose of the product of his toil. 
(If he doesn’t do that, he is out of harmony with the present day outstanding successes.) 
Naturally such a program is deviod of the usual tenderness, mushiness or “genuine” affection that plays such havoc to lovers and their appetites—but necessary, nevertheless, as a matter of self-defense, 

Of course it is possible—why, dammit, such a thing already exists. How do you suppose the automobile manufacturers are able to guess to a penny how much the middleman is gonna charge you for a car ? 
How about cigarettes? 
If it exists in one form, how can we say “impossible.” 
Of course, it’s possible—but it presupposes that workingmen will organize a world wide union for the purpose of selling their labor power as dearly as possible—sufficiently dearly, at least, to guarantee that no member of that union shall starve, diet or die—in want.- If there’s any starving to be done, the middlemen will do the honors.” 
Now the question arises are the workers going to organize a one big union to protect themselves or are they going to continue fighting each other for the jobs remaining, in the swathe of improved machinery? 
I have no means of forecasting their action and I content myself by merely saying “it is possible”—but should they decide that fighting each other shows greater promise, then it won’t be long before they are sufficiently thinned out to dear the way for a union—it will be one, but not so big—it’s membership will just about equal the number of their beneficiaries, the millionaire paupers. Machines shall have displaced the rest. Some were killed. Some starved to death. Some froze—and some had the manners to commit suicide. 
Hundred million lives misspent! 
—T-B-S.