"What iss Amerigan?
Dere iss no Ameriga any more! You start here free and brafe, and you glaim for efery man de right to life, liperty, and de bursuit of habbiness.

And where haf you entedt?
No man that vorks vith his handts among you has the liperty to bursue his habbiness.

He iss the slafe of some richer man, some gompany, some gorporation, dat crindt him down to the least he can lif on, and that rops him of the marchin of his earnings that he knight pe habby on.

Oh, you Amerigans, you haf cot it down goldt, as you say! You ton't puy foters; you puy lechislatures and goncressmen; you puy gourts; you puy gombetitors; you pay infentors not to infent; you atfertise, and the gounting-room sees dat de etitorial-room toesn't tink." "Yes, we've got a little arrangement of that sort with March here," said Fulkerson.
"Oh, I am sawry," said the old man, contritely, "I meant noting bersonal.

I ton't tink we are all cuilty or gorrubt, and efen among the rich there are goodt men.