Can You Blame Me If I Am

It Is The Music Which Makes It What It Is; It Is The Music Which Changes The Place From The Rear Room Of A Saloon In Back Of The Yards To A Fairy Place, A Wonderland, A Little Comer Of The High Mansions Of The Sky.

When The Masters Of Industry Pay Such Sums For A Newspaper, They Buy Not Merely The Building And The Presses And The Name; They Buy What They Call The "good-will"- That Is, They Buy You. And They Proceed To Change Your Whole Psychology - Everything That You Believe About Life. You Might Object To It, If You Knew; But They Do Their Work So Subtly That You Never Guess What Is Happening To You!

Consider Christmas - Could Satan In His Most Malignant Mood Have Devised A Worse Combination Of Graft Plus Bunkum Than The System Whereby Several Hundred Million People Get A Billion Or So Gifts For Which They Have No Use, And Some Thousands Of Shop Clerks Die Of Exhaustion While Selling Them, And Every Other Child In The Western World Is Made Ill From Overeating - All In The Name Of The Lowly Jesus?

Dad, As A Good American, Believed His Newspapers.

A Large Section Of The Idling Classes Of England Get Their Incomes By Believing That Jesus Was Born Of A Virgin And That Jonah Swallowed A Whale; And With The Progress Of Science They Were Naturally Finding This More And More Difficult. A School Of Ingenious Bible-twisters Arose, To Invent Symbolical And Literary Meanings For Fairy Tales, In Order That People Who No Longer Believed Could Continue With Good Conscience To Collect The Salaries Of Belief.