The seat of the difficulty seems to be that what seems wealth to us isn't necessarily wealth for the other fellow." I cannot tell with what delight we fenced our way through this foolery (which was not all foolery, either).

I never met a man more quickly responsive than Mr.Vedder.But he now paused for some moments, evidently ruminating.
"Well, David," he said seriously, "what are we going to do about this obstreperous other fellow ?" "Why not try the experiment," I suggested, "of giving him what he considers wealth, instead of what you consider wealth ?" "But what does he consider wealth ?" "Equality," said I.
Mr.Vedder threw up his hands.
"So you're a Socialist, too!" "That," I said, "is another story." "Well, supposing we did or could give him this equality you speak of--what would become of us?
What would we get out of it ?" "Why, equality, too!" I said.
Mr.Vedder threw up his hands up with a gesture of mock resignation.
"Come," said he, "let's get down out of Utopia!" We had some further good-humoured fencing and then returned to the inevitable problem of the strike.

While we were discussing the meeting of the night before which, I learned, had been luridly reported in the morning papers, Mr.Vedder suddenly turned to me and asked earnestly: "Are you really a Socialist ?" "Well," said I, "I'm sure of one thing.

I'm not ALL Socialist, Bill Hahn believes with his whole soul (and his faith has made him a remarkable man) that if only another class of people--his class--could come into the control of material property, that all the ills that man is heir to would be speedily cured.

But I wonder if when men own property collectively--as they are going to one of these days--they will quarrel and hate one another any less than they do now.