year, if only more Dollars can swell their Coffers? Nothing—and the masters can murder every minute of the day more than James McNamara could have killed if the Los Angeles Times building had been packed with human beings from cellar to roof the night he set off his dynamite; and, be it said to the disgrace of beings boasting of being made in the image of God, no wave of horror follows the fiendish deeds of the masters.
This thing of Hell, this murder trade, has gone on for ages and will continue just as long as we run this earth as a gambling den instead of a home for the workers.
It will go on, one continual tragedy, until all classes are merged into one class—the working class—and the earth shall be owned, operated and used for all the childern of men.
So long as anarchy reigns in our industrial structure, juggling millionaires out of the lucky few and driving the millions into poverty, just so long will some jobless victim, or some blind leader of jobless victims, likely throw the deadly bomb. Just so long will some tool of the masters, sitting in power, decorate and desecrate our postoffices with enticing appeals to young men to join an army of killers whose sole purpose is to keep the masters in power.
Unless we heed the gospel of Socialism and recognize human brotherhood in all the means of producing and distributing our daily bread and unless we do this pretty soon, only God knows what will happen.
"Within a short time," says Victor Berger, "we shall have TWO NATIONS in every civilized country, and especially in America, both of native growth. One nation will be very large in number, but semi-civilized, half-fed, half-educated and degenerated from over-work and misery; the other nation will be very small in number, but over-civilized, over-fed, over-cultured and de-
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