message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be,
"Take it yourself!"

[Sidenote: _A spiritual cripple_]

Tonight this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind
whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare
employ him, for he is a regular firebrand of discontent. He is
impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the
toe of a thick-soled Number Nine boot.

Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied
than a physical cripple; but in our pitying let us drop a tear, too,
for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose
working hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast
turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference,
slipshod imbecility, and the heartless ingratitude which, but for
their enterprise, would be both hungry and homeless.

[Sidenote: _A word of sympathy for the man who succeeds_]

[Sidenote: _Rags not necessarily a recommendation_]

Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the
world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the
man who succeeds--the man who, against great odds, has directed the
efforts of others, and having succeeded, finds there's nothing in it:
nothing but bare board and clothes. I have carried a dinner-pail and
worked for day's wages, and I have also been an employer of labor,
and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no