appreciate and make the most of; but they should try to talk sense and discuss the subject, and not undertake to express their contempt for a brother who differs from them in thought or mode. A man is not a man until he can sink his prejudices, at least below the point of utterance, love his enemies, bless them that curse him, and do good unto them which despitefully use him. This is economic as well as charitable, and one of the great secrets of success.

The world of mentality is less rabid than it used to be. There is more love and charity than there used to be, and we know that our civilization is growing better and better, though slowly, very slowly, while there is very much improvement to be made. This we can get from history by comparisons of times and conditions, and can be easily seen by a broad and liberal mind, while on the other hand a narrowminded, prejudiced being sees nothing but what is bad, and distorts even that into something worse.

From our experience with the correspondents of THE TELEGRAPHER, it has been conclusively proven that some (please note) desire nothing but that which feeds their prejudices or gratifies their narrowness. But from the fact that they persist in writing their narrow thoughts and expressing their feelings proves them to be progressive, for there can be no progress without movement, and so long as a mind will think there is hope, even if it does think wrong, but when a person will not think, they are dead to the world and a burden to it.

To repeat a former expression, the writer does not put himself one whit above any of the correspondents of THE TELEGRAPHER, but in answer to the remark that he must have an abundance of time to write, he desires to say that that guess was a good one. He has been fortunate to have been so situated as to be able to earn a living at leisure, though not a gambler, to have had access to one of the best equippped libraries in the States on economics, and to have had an ambition to excel, to read, study and learn, and for twenty-five years has made good use of his leisure moments, and has passed through every phase of mental development which one is bound to

pass through who does not get a college education in the beginning through some of our great universities. And if some of the correspondents of THE TELEGRAPHER Would only devote their time to reading good standard literature instead of heaping contempt upon hard economies, as the writer himself once did, it would St them better for the consummation of the very ideals which they have so much faith in.

The writer has never declared the ugly things which have been attributed to him. and the correspondents make sad mistakes in not reading carefully enough, in making garbled quotations, misinterpretations, not sifting out simple expressions, and weighing properly deeper economic expressions, and on the whole, endeavoring to make out something which was not meant. However, this is natural, when one does not assume a "subjective state," as the psychic doctors say. When we assume a prejudice against a man, a subject or a state, it is an easy matter to see everything that is bad, and take nothing out that is good, while on the other hand, if we assume everything to be all virtue, then we see nothing that is evil.

From the time of Adam Smith even to the present time true economics had been dubbed the "dismal science," and only the educated and the widely read see that there is anything in it but a lot of hard, dry nonsense, because it does not inspire them with the hopes of a near millenium.

The masses are not educated in economics and the whys and wherefores of things as they are, and it seems almost useless to write for them, for they read not, neither do they care to read. Should you care to go into any of the free libraries of Philadelphia you would see nearly two-thirds of the shelves filled with works of fiction, and the people crowded around them to pick out some "interesting" book, while around the shelves of works on science, history, travels, etc., you see few or none, and the books look as if they were never disturbed.

One of our good brothers in the June number of THE TELEGRAPHER refers to the March number, and undertakes to "show" us up as an idiot or back number. It looks as if he was either not up to date or that the editor has been short of copy for the

June number, and compelled the office goat to disgorge.

Another brother, who shows traces of becoming a sound thinker, and would most assuredly make an economist, proves that he has not thought deep enough upon what he has read, and surely that he has not followed the writer in what has been passing in THE TELEGRAPHER. To the illiberal, prejudiced or the one-idea man or woman, it is the sweetest and the most proper thing to "do up" your adversary without regard to how you do him up.

Nowhere has the writer said or intimated anything that implied that such conditions should be tolerated, as the cow-story manufactured on page 560 of the June number; on the contrary, the spirit, the meaning, the intent, and every expression has implied, and in some cases clearly stated, the exact opposite. Fence building is the very game every group and every individual is compelled to pursue, and it is the very doctrine that the writer wants incorporated in the principles of the O. R. T., if the Grand Division will ever get a move on it to give us an appropriate ritual. But there are too many who do not know what they want, and more who do not recognize the thing they do want when they see it. The O. R. T. is exactly like all other associations and organizations of the human race-there are too many pulls, and instead of pulling together every one is pulling some other way. Not that we mean for an instant that we should all give over to one man's pull, but there is a concerted action in the philosophy of psychology, and especially in social philosophy, where each individual remaining an individual acts with the whole, putting aside prejudice and selfishness, submitting to wisdom and securing the best that can be obtained.

And to begin our paragraph again. Nowhere has the writer advocated or intimated or said that any individual should lie down and allow himself to be covered with vermin and permit the rats to eat him. On the contrary, he has endeavored to show that the very life of man is forever threatened by the irrespecting, unrelenting, unsympathizing, cruel, harsh laws of nature itself, and that of necessity we are compelled to build fences for our pro

tection and self-preservation. Some want and try hard to make us believe that the condition is imposed by society itself, or some group of that society, and there are millions of our race who are blind enough to believe it and devour with the appetite of a gormand all that is written by those who say it is so. They listen with itching ears to hear the strongest denunciations of society, and crown with laurels the man who says it and worship him as a hero.

Have we said enough on fence building? No; too much cannot be said; too much cannot be done. It is the success of every corporation, of every trust, of every labor organization, and of every individual. But when you build your fences you want to build them to the best of all concerned. Not to the best of a little circle, or to the advantage of a few to the exclusion of the many, but to the best interests of society as a whole. And this latter is just what socialism will not do. The doctrine of socialism is right, which is nothing more nor less than HUMANITARIANISM, and the same doctrine which was preached by Jesus Christ two thousand years ago. But the theory of socialism is wrong. There is nothing in history to substantiate it, and human nature itself is against it. If some of the correspondents of THE Telegrapher want to make of themselves competent critics they want to dig deeper into history, and they want to know something about human nature. But it is the old story. When the boy was twenty, he knew it all; when he was thirty he did not know quite so much; when he was forty he thought he knew a little, and when he was fifty he found out how much he did not know.

Economic conditions govern, and they should govern, for that is the only path of progress that is safe, true and sure, and as for experimenting with socialism-the heavenly state-it is too costly to attempt; we had better wait a thousand years and evolve from the "barbarians" that we are to that angelic being that we must be to run a Socialistic Democracy.

One word only as to a National Labor Insurance. There is nothing more socialistic, in the state or nation taking care of its aged by an insurance than there is in building almshouses, or supporting hos

pitals and charitable institutions, or protecting society from criminals, or in the establishment of courts and trials by jury. But such a thing as the state providing a pension seems too small and insignificant a matter for socialists to comprehend or make efforts to establish. They want the whole hog. They want the jampot. They want the earth, and nothing short of it. and nothing else is worth dreaming about or working for. There are hundreds of insurance companies and insurance societies in the land today, and but few of them founded on scientific principles. They insure at least cost, and more times below cost. They can show figures demonstrating their soundness, and their agents can spin out lots of arguments on their soundness and efficiency, but history tells the story of hundreds of wrecks; still the tide rolls on and everything seems as merry as "Merry England." The rich, the wellto-do and the better off have their insur

ance; they can pay sound rates and take insurance in the sound institutions, but the poor man, the wage-earner, the laborer, the bread winner takes what he can afford. and a wonderfully large majority take nothing, notwithstanding the least of the honest and industrious contribute towards the maintenance of society. Would it not be a good thing if the nation appreciated the builders of and contributors to the prosperity of society and have a regard for them at the time when they can no longer build or contribute?

"Yes," says the socialist, "give us the total value of all our products, and we will be able to take care of ourselves and do all that is necessary and required." Yes. you would. You would stop the wheels of progress, you would accumulate no wealth, and the society which now gives the efficiency would degenerate, and the last state of the man would be worse than the first. S. W. HILLER.

Kansas City Southern Railway.

Having just completed a trip over the entire lines of this system, looking after the interests of the O. R. T., and endeavoring to inspire nonmembers with the spirit of unionism, I beg to state that our success has been most gratifying, and resulted in our writing thirty-eight new applications, and what few nons now remain are now deeply guessing. We found many who were already union men at heart, and only awaited an opportunity to identify themselves with the cause of the greatest and only organization which champions the cause of telegraphers.

At Cleveland we find Bro. W. K. Olmstead Agent and Bro. J. H. Boyls, owl, Bro. Olmstead recently having been transferred from the agency at Katy, relieving Bro. Cloonan, who is now temporarily on the extra list.

At West Line Bro. L. Kreshner.

At Lisle Mr. Kidney, an old O. R. T. man, but has fallen from grace.

At Drexel, Bro. H. E. Petty, a new convert, and a man who promises to make a whole team. Night man at Drexel O K and up to date, but have, unfortunately, forgotten his name.

At Merwin, Bro. D. E. Chambers, our genial and rustling Secretary and Treasurer, who is now on a temporary leave of absence visiting friends at Gentry, Ark.

At Amsterdam, Bro. E. T. Nickel.

At Amorette, Bro. A. G. Wyatte, assistant chairman Northern Division, O. R. T. to the backbone.

At Hume, Bro. E. L. Adams, a recent convert, holding a good position with the company, and will make a first-class man.

Night Opr. Hume, Miss Moran, promises to join

us soon.

At Stotesbury we find Bro. P. H. Williams, our former S. & T.

At Richards, Bro. C. O. Williams, as loyal as they make them.

At Katy, Bro. Fred Box, recently promoted from night operator at Siloam Springs, Ark., to the agency at Katy.

At Swarts, Bro. G. S. Swarts.

At Oskaloosa, "BXX," an up-to-date brother, whose name we have lost.

At Burgess, Bro. W. H. Draper.

At Nelson, Bro. Robert Dickerson. Bobby is all right, too.

Pittsburg, Kan., S. O. Lucas, agent, good man, but has fallen from grace.

Pittsburg, I. H. Douglass, chief dispatcher, with Mr. Tilley Johnson. Korhn and Weldon as trick

men.

Asbury, O. E. Raferty, agent. Up-to-date. Gulfton, Mr. J. J. Petty fell from grace, bu: promises to return soon.

Joplin, J. W. Farley, agent, non-member, with Bro. T. P. Flaherty, day operator, and Bro. Daly. owl.

Neosho, Mr. E. Phelps, agent; Joe O. Byrne, cashier. Both good men, but have dropped out. Bro. L. M. Jones, day operator, and night man up-to-date, but have, unfortunately, lost his name. Goodman, Bro. Edmiston, agent, and good man. Anderson, Bro. L. E. Higgs, agent.

At Lanagan we find our genial old friend, Bro. W. W. Thornburgh, who is known only by Friendship and Admiration, and is popular with all the boys. Notice of his marriage appears elsewhere in this issue.

At Noel, Bro. King, our former General Chairman, and a man whose whole soul is with us.

At Sulphur Springs, Mr. W. O. Campbell, behind in dues; good man, and will come back in line again soon.

At Gravette Mr. Hilbolt, agent. Good man, but behind in dues, with Bro. E. E. Bugher, a recent convert, as owl.

At Decatur we find Bro. W. F. Hines, always up-to-date, and one of the boys at all times. At Gentry, Bro. Bickel, agent.

At Siloam Springs, Mr. G. R. Fretwill, agent. Bro. Southworth, day man, and chairman Northern Division, a hard worker and good man, any old place. Bro. Laird, night operator, and recently transferred from shops at "DW."

At Westville, I. T., we find Bro. J. I. Wentz. assistant chairman Northern Division, with Bro Albert Hines as owl; both good men.

At Stilwell we find it solid O. R. T., with Bro. C. J. Bird agent, Bro. L. E. Arwood, day operator, and Bro. George Flaherty, as owl.

At Bunch, Mr. Friar.

At Salisaw, Mr. S. L. Platte, agent, with Miss Charlotte Hughs, owl, and up to date.

At Redland, Bro. Childs, agent, and a recent and willing convert.

At Spiro, we wrote up the whole force, Bro. J. K. Waters, agent. Bro. L. F. Stean, day oper ator, who is kept busy handling the repeaters. Bro. E. D. Graham, owl, and all first-class men. and who will be a credit to our little Division.

At Poteau we find three more good men, with Bro. McD. Caldwell, agent, Bro. Geo. Riley, day