I Am The Inferior Of

Printer's Ink Is The Great Apostle Of Progress, Whose Pulpit Is The Press.

Ah! If The Pulpit Would Practice What It Preaches, Then All Would Be Well.

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.

I Am Too Sick To Be Out Of Bed, Too Crazy To Sleep, And Am Surrounded By Horrors.

Wisdom Is Never Dear, Provided The Article Be Genuine.