He shook his fists at the plutocrats and cursed until he made me sick.

He was a tank-town nut who didn't like to work; had built up a theory that work was a curse and that the "idle classes" had forced this curse on the masses, of which he was one.

He believed that all the classes had to do was to clip coupons, cash them and ride around the country in Pullman palace cars.

Here was the whole bunch of them in seven "specials" rolling right by his front door.

He cursed them again and prayed that the train might be wrecked and that every one of the blinkety blinkety scoundrels might be killed.