Ease Up, The Play Is Over.

While Boasting Of Our Noble Deeds We're Careful To Conceal The Ugly Fact That By An Iniquitous Money System We Have Nationalized A System Of Oppression Which, Though More Refined, Is Not Less Cruel Than The Old System Of Chattel Slavery.

Morality And Religion Are But Words To Him Who Fishes In Gutters For The Means Of Sustaining Life, And Crouches Behind Barrels In The Street For Shelter From The Cutting Blasts Of A Winter Night.

Relaxation Is A Physical And Moral Necessity. Animals, Even To The Simplest And Dullest, Have Their Games, Their Sports, Their Diversions. The Toil-worn Artisan, Stooping And Straining Over His Daily Task, Which Taxes Eye And Brain And Limb, Ought To Have Opportunity And Means For An Hour Or Two Of Relaxation After That Task Is Concluded.

Answering A Letter From A Church Asking What Else They Should Try After Having Failed To Raise Enough Money On Bake Sales, Bazaars, Suppers, Etc. Why Not Try Religion?

A Cigar Has "...a Fire At One End And A Fool At The Other."