Away with the feeble Castro!
Said the Trust to Roosevelt:
“Shake your big stick at this South American crank and make him Arbitrate!”
Says Roosevelt to Castro:
“Arbitrate with the Asphalt Trust, or——”
Says Castro to Roosevelt:
“Arbitrate nothing! Hands off, or——”
In other words, our Government, friendly always to Frenzied Finance, put up a bluff on Castro.
Whereupon Castro stood pat and “called” Roosevelt.
And, all at once, Mr. Roosevelt went a-hunting, and left Taft—the portly, handsome, self-complacent Taft—“sitting on the lid.”