The man who makes a corner in wheat in Chicago and condemns millions to privation--likely enough, he's a decent sort of fellow in himself: a kind husband and father--would be upset for the day if he saw a child crying for bread.

My dog's a decent enough little chap, as dogs go, but I don't let him run my larder.
"It could be done with a little good will all round," he continued, "and nine men out of every ten would be the better off.

But they won't even let you explain.

Their newspapers shout you down.

It's such a damned fine world for the few: never mind the many.