LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

DREADFUL man!” Seems like she had a cousin, that was manager, or
editor, or managing editor of a paper called Pig and Piffle, I mean by its
own staff in private. And it sold for a lot less than it cost, I mean it cost,
let us say, ten pence a copy to print, and sold retail for a six pence, and
turned over ten or twenty thousand a year in net profits.
Anyhow, Nelly’s cousin died, and left his sons in Cripps’ charge, Cripps
being trustee or guardian, so my memory of Stafford boils down to Miss
Nelly a sayin’
“A DREADFUL man! Heaven KNOWS what he is teaching the boys!”
Waaal, if heaven didn’t know then, mebbe heaven will find out during
the next few week’s course of hostilities.
I mean internal hostilities. I don’t know that England learns from
abroad. I dunno that the fall of Madras, or Calcutta will teach you folks
anything, cause Hong Kong, Singapore and the Island Indies don’t seem
to have started you. But mebbe a few INTERNAL hostilities ? Heaven
knows!
Back in Queen Elizabeth’s time, farmin’ out their estates to some usurer,
gettin’ out of their feudal duties, Cobbett and Hobhouse—all sorts of
velleities toward reform; confined to a few special segments. Lord, can
you call ’em segments. They were mostly kind hearted fellows, thought
to be CRANKS by the public.
Can you have ANY collaboration if you don’t MEET ? How can you
meet in a CITY, unless you are financed?
Yaas, you can, or COULD meet on a street corner, or in by Mubble
Arch, so long as you didn’t do anything SERIOUS.
Ole Kun, Cohen, Béla was serious. People in Budapest found out he
was serious. Mebbe Sir Stafford is SERIOUS. The bolo agents in