When it’s so lucrative to cheat.
Bear not false witness; let the lie
Have time on its own wings to fly.
Thou shalt not covet, but tradition
Approves all forms of competition.
“Mr. Dooley” on the Trusts
“Mind ye, Jawn, I’ve no wurrud to say again thim that sets back in their own house an’ lot an’ makes th’ food iv th’ people dear. They’re good men, good men. Whin they tilt the price iv beef to where wan pound iv it costs as much as many th’ man in this Ar-rchey Road ‘d wurruk from th’ risin’ to th’ settin’ iv th’ sun to get, they have no thought iv th’ likes iv you an’ me. ’Tis aisy come, aisy go with thim; an’ ivry cint a pound manes a new art musoom or a new church, to take th’ edge off hunger. They’re all right, thim la-ads with their own porkchops delivered free at th’ door. ’Tis, ‘Will ye have a new spring dress, me dear? Willum, ring thim up, an’ tell thim to hist the price iv beef. If we had a few more pitchers an’ statoos in th’ musoom ‘twud ilivate th’ people a sthory or two. Willum, afther this steak ‘ll be twinty cints a pound.’ Oh, they’re all right, on’y I was thinkin’ iv th’ Connock man’s fam’ly back iv th’ dumps.”
“For a man that was gay a little while ago, it looks to me as if you’d grown mighty solemn-like,” said Mr. McKenna.