I quit the tin mill and went around making speeches.

And as there were no movies, and the men had nothing to do evenings but listen to speeches, it was no trouble at all to find an audience.

I learned that a politician or an orator has the same appetite for audiences that a drunkard has for gin.

When is an orator not an orator?
When he hasn't got an audience.

I found that when a horse fell down on the street and a crowd gathered to pick it up, somebody began "addressing the gathering on the issues of the day." Now I know why the cranks from everywhere swarm into any region where a strike is on.