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All Day Long This Man Would Toil Thus, His Whole Being Centered Upon The Purpose Of Making Twenty-three Instead Of Twenty-two And A Half Cents An Hour; And Then His Product Would Be Reckoned Up By The Census Taker, And Jubilant Captains Of Industry Would Boast Of It In Their Banquet Halls, Telling How Our Workers Are Nearly Twice As Efficient As Those Of Any Other Country. If We Are The Greatest Nation The Sun Ever Shone Upon, It Would Seem To Be Mainly Because We Have Been Able To Goad Our Wage-earners To This Pitch Of Frenzy.

We Define Journalism In America As The Business And Practice Of Presenting The News Of The Day In The Interest Of Economic Privilege.

But I Have A Conscience And A Religious Faith, And I Know That Our Liberties Were Not Won Without Suffering, And May Be Lost Again Through Our Cowardice. I Intend To Do My Duty To My Country.

I Am Sustained By A Sense Of The Worthwhileness Of What I Am Doing; A Trust In The Good Faith Of The Process Which Created And Sustains Me. That Process I Call God.

When The Masters Of Industry Pay Such Sums For A Newspaper, They Buy Not Merely The Building And The Presses And The Name; They Buy What They Call The "good-will"- That Is, They Buy You. And They Proceed To Change Your Whole Psychology - Everything That You Believe About Life. You Might Object To It, If You Knew; But They Do Their Work So Subtly That You Never Guess What Is Happening To You!