Do you tear off a yard or two of tirade about mail order houses that are “knocking your business silly” and about manufacturers who are “flooding the country with fake goods?” If you do, you ought to quit business and go put your head in pickle or take the “cure.” But you won’t tirade. No sir, nary tirade from you! You will be onto your job in a minute. And why?
Well, first, you know that you can get those gloves or that mop-holder for 20 to 40 per cent less than the rate advertised for Mrs. Smith and Uncle Joe. You can have either sent by mail and deliver it to Mrs. Smith or Uncle Joe at the advertised rate, pay the parcels charge yourself and still make 10 to 20 cents on the deal. If the gloves or the mop-holder strikes you as a probable “seller,” you can order a half dozen or a dozen pairs of the gloves, or three or four mop-holders, and still keep your parcel inside the one or two pound rate.
One other point in closing:
Well, it may be of no use—of no service value to the reader who asks the question. He may be a man who has reached his limit of endurance—who has given up all hope of improving or correcting legalized injustices which rob him to enrich others. If so, he has my sympathy. Or he may be a man who has “set into the game” and lost, or one who is hired as a capper, steerer or “look out” for its operators. I cannot say. If the former, he still has my sympathy; if the latter, my contempt.
I am fully convinced that the outrages permitted by the municipal, state and national governments of this country in rendering public service to its people have discouraged thousands of its best citizens—best in manhood I mean, of course. The beneficiaries of the outrages I speak of are, usually, rated as “best” at the bank, in the society columns and in court proceedings. Even our divorce court records give the latter conspicuous precedence.
“Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates and men decay.”
No truer thought as to the politics and policy of government was ever written than that. When wealth accumulates by legalizing the spoliation and exploitation of the great body of a nation’s people for the benefit of a few, the decay of its manhood is all the more rapid. When any considerable body of a nation’s citizens begins to ask, “What is the use?”—that nation has reached the danger line—has started down the decline.
Now, I undertake to say that no observing man of average intelligence can be found in this country today who will not give it as his honest opinion—unless, of course, he is hired to say otherwise—that not only thousands but millions of our people—of its industrial, productive manhood and womanhood—are asking, “What is the use” of arguing and struggling against the oppressive conditions which the laws and our administrative and judicial officers force upon us? What is the use of “knocking” the men who get the “graft,” the rake-off or the loot?
“Their big bunch of money,” says one writer, “makes so much noise, no one hears our knocks.” “Everybody is out for the stuff,” says another. “It is their representatives not ours who make the laws and it is their judges not ours who adjudicate them.” “Industry, thrift, brains and even honesty have ceased to count anywhere, save on their payrolls. Money alone counts.”