A HEART TO HEART WHISPER TO OTHER MILLIONAIRES.

The crusade of a few iconoclastic and revolutionary vulgarians to endow

libraries, cheap schoolhouses and retreats for cripples, old maids and

other unmentionables, should encounter our organized and unanimous

resistance. The conservatives and respectables among us are called upon

to sweep back the tide of delusion threatening our decent and

time-honored prerogative of making wills and having them broken for the

benefit of unknown collateral relatives, lawyers, chorus girls and other

common law tenements.

It is no less incumbent upon us as Americans and plutocrats to thwart

the disposition of meddlesome and impertinent persons of questioning in

print the wisdom of the Almighty in constituting us trustees without

bond for the great indigent and financial unwashed. Aside from the

blasphemous character of such delusions, expressed misgivings do nobody

good and actually mislead the public into a complete misconception of

the profound contumely of riches.

Those foolishly inclined to consider our lot a bed of roses, hyacinths

and Lawson pinks, will please reflect upon the dread uncertainty of not

knowing at what moment “one” may be precipitated overboard from a yacht

or be hurled to a violent finish from the back of a vicious polo pony or

perchance dislocate the spine on the palace stair or the inlaid floor,

or superinduce apoplexy by overindulgence in golf or bridge! And reflect

for a moment upon the hazard of the auto from infants and common

pedestrians getting tangled in the machinery! And how about being

written up in the putrid press and being called a congenital money maker

with pictures of some exceedingly primitive people called parents! And

how about being compelled to worry along without means to buy new hair,

new lungs and new stomachs? And how about irritating irregularities in

the water supply when the stock is famishing and how about the Sunday

school class coming in late after a peevish week in rebates?

Fellow plutocrats, aristocrats and autocrats, let us

steel—ourselves—yea, to callousness against the crime of being

misunderstood by the molten masses and betrayed from within by the

two-faced Tom Lawson!

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