It is splendid, splendid, to see a community so patriotic." The manufacturer, Cedarquist, fixed the artist with a glance of melancholy interest.
"And how much," he remarked, "will they contribute--your gingerbread women and public-spirited capitalists, towards the blowing up of the ruins of the Atlas Iron Works ?" "Blowing up?
I don't understand," murmured the artist, surprised.

"When you get your Eastern capitalists out here with your Million-Dollar Fair," continued Cedarquist, "you don't propose, do you, to let them see a Million-Dollar Iron Foundry standing idle, because of the indifference of San Francisco business men?
They might ask pertinent questions, your capitalists, and we should have to answer that our business men preferred to invest their money in corner lots and government bonds, rather than to back up a legitimate, industrial enterprise.

We don't want fairs.

We want active furnaces.

We don't want public statues, and fountains, and park extensions and gingerbread fetes.