If capitalism had crushed her heart she hadn't heard about it.
When the lodge excursion train had passed on toward the convention city, I hopped a freight and bade Comrade Bannerman goodby.

Had I told him that from my earnings I had salted away enough money to buy his little shack he would have hated me as he hated the lodge members in the Pullmans.

I did not hate those men.

They were doing me a service by traveling across the country.

For they belonged to the fare-paying classes; their money kept the railroads going so they could carry politicians and some of us working men free..