m, as near in his soul to Washington as
Rock Creek Park and as near to New York as Yonkers.

The two-cent stamp is the Magna Charta of the spiritual rights, the
patriotic forces and the intellectual liberties of the people and when
Albert Sidney Burleson, of Austin, Texas, by establishing a zone system
for ideas, for conveying the ideas of the great central newspapers and
magazines in which a whole nation thinks together--with one huge national
thoughtless provincial swish of his own provincial mind coolly takes ten
thousand cities that like to do their thinking when they like, in New
York or in Philadelphia, Washington and Chicago, jams them down into
their own neighborhoods, glues them to their own papers, tells all these
thousand of cities that they have got to be, no matter how big they are,
villages in their thinking, cut off from the great common or national
thinking, Mr. Burleson commits a wrong against the unity, the
single-heartedness and great-mindedness of a great people struggling to
think together and to act together in the welter of our modern world, the
people will never forget.

Why in a desperate crisis of the world when of all times this nation has
got to be pulled together, should people who are accustomed to taking a
bird's-eye view of the nation like the _Literary Digest_ be fined for it?
Why fine the readers of the _Review of Reviews_ or _Collier's_ or
_Scribner's_ for living in one place rather than another? I like to think
of it Saturday night, half the boys of a nation three thousand miles
reading over each other's shoulders the same pages together in the
_Youth's Companion_.

Every man is entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness--that
is to life, to the liberty to live where he wants to and to the happiness
of not being fined for it.

A man's body by reason of being a body has to put up with the
inconvenience of not being everywhere, but his soul--what he knows and
feels and believes and sees in common with others, has a right not to be
told it cannot see things the rest of us are seeing all together, has a
right not to be told he will have to read something published within a
rim of five hundred miles of his own doorbell--that his soul has got to
live with a Seattle lid on, or a Boston lid on.

As a symbol of the liberty and unity of the people in this country, the
flag is pleasant of course to look at, and it flourishes a good deal, but
it does not do anything and do it all