﻿A secret objective reminds me of a medicine-man that gave his patient each day a new prescription so as to keep him coming regularly and “shell-outcash” —and even offered his bladder had ballooned it in eclipse—just a small item of energetic mediocrity. When the family doctor returned from his vacation, he laughed heartily, thought it a huge joke, and told the patient: “Go home now and rest—forget all about the undertaker and eatless potatoes, meat and sugar.”—A new program each day condemns the program of yesterday and discredits the program of tomorrow. 
Destroys faith, hope and confidence. 
Let there be light, complete information! 
The workers have not been betrayed. They are fully conscious of what’s going on. All they lack is a method of organizing out of the jackpot. 
For this they will consult the IWW 
“As we used to talk together of the future we had planned,—Riley 
Hardest kind of work is the dodging of work (or looking for work)—the dodging of organization work, for instance. One gets pale around the gills in the end, and indolence takes its toll—a stiff price. Sons of rest suffer and the industrious with them…and then the g’g’high-pitched voice in tearful protestation and alibi (halibut) deluxe. 
Or is it ring around the rosies the boys are playing? 
Snapper Line: 
“When From The Discards Of The Crown The Ladies Secure Their Loves.”— 
That’s wot you call “Natural Selection”—take what’s left. Anybody that says we ain’t sensible is cracked worse than the Liberty Bell.