Would that we could agree where we differ, unite where we divide, and love where we hate.
Would that some divine touch of duty could lift us all to the summits of patriotism where the only rivalry would be that of service—the only purpose that of redeeming the land from those who despoil it.
Call the party what you please—names are nothing—but let us have a Union of all patriots who believe in equal and exact justice to all men, without special privilege to any. Let us have a democracy ruled by the people, instead of this greedy, corrupt, heartless plutocracy ruled by corporate money.
Love Licks.
The Saturday Evening Post says that “Max Ihmsen, Hearst’s chief political adviser, was once a theatrical advance agent.”
Was once?
When did he quit?
Judging from the way he managed Hearst’s New York campaign, he’s as much of what he once was as he ever was—if not more.
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