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Why, only last week I actually offered to deliver a fifty-thousand-dollar franchise on a ten per cent. commission basis, provided I was given a beggarly two hundred advance for expenses and had it turned down!" "Ye-e-es," says I. "The way some of them Wall Street plutes shrink from bein' made richer is painful, ain't it? But I don't see where I fit in." Mr.

If the Plutes knew of it, they'd put a summer resort here, and coin millions!" "Yes," answered Craig, once Congressman Craig, but now hiding from the Air Trust spies. "And what's more, they'd mighty soon confiscate this resting-up place of the Comrades, and have us back behind bars, or worse. But they don't know about it, and aren't likely to.

It had a manner all its own it was full of ginger and spice, of Western slang and hustle: It collected news of the doings of the "plutes," and served it up for the benefit of the "American working-mule." It would have columns of the deadly parallel the million dollars' worth of diamonds, or the fancy pet-poodle establishment of a society dame, beside the fate of Mrs.

"Like a sore thumb, Brother Tobey, an' I don't know of any one got a bigger interest in downin' the plutes than the farmers' wives do you?"

But the ticket looked above par to me. After that our board meetin's wa'n't such gay affairs. A grouchy lot of tinhorn investors we was, believe me; for the parties young Mr. Woodbury had decoyed into this fool scheme wa'n't Standard Oil plutes or any of the Morgan crowd: mostly salaried men, with a couple of dentists, a retail grocer, and a real estate agent!

Now if it had been two common, everyday parties, debatin' which owned a yellow dog, they'd gone hoarse over it; but not these two plutes. Gedney Nash asks Old Hickory only three more questions before he turns to the wicker cages and begins admirin' the fancy poultry. "Excellent specimens, excellent!" says he. "And in the pink of condition too.

Bill usually went away cursing me as the friend of the "plutes" and the enemy of labor. "I'll get you yet," he'd say, "you black-headed buzzard." And so while I was making enemies among many of the men who thought I wasn't standing up for their rights, I was making myself even more unpopular with the owners by sticking up too firmly for the rights of the men.

Let the moment come, the leader rise, the fire burst forth, and God knows what may not happen!" "Splendid!" exclaimed Gabriel. "The battle calls me, like a clarion-call! But we must act with circumspection. The Plutes, powerful as they now are, won't need even the shadow of an excuse to plant me for life, or slug or shoot me. Things were rotten enough, then; but today they're worse.

The idea we Anarchists have of the rich is of highwaymen, standing in the street and robbing every one that passes. Or take "Big Bill" Haywood, chief of the I. W. W. Hear what he has to say in a pamphlet addressed to the harvest-hands he is seeking to organize: How much farther do you plutes expect to go with your grabbing? Do you want to be the only people left on earth?

And I I'm much obliged." And after he's gone Vee comes down from upstairs and wants to know what on earth I've been talking so long to that Mr. Garvey about. "Why," says I, "I've been givin' him some wise dope on how to live among plutes and be happy." "Silly!" says Vee, rumplin' my red hair. "Do you know what I've made up my mind to do some day this week?