ed it from the Statute books, so that we may still
continue to grind the blood of little children into profit for the
Junkers of Wall Street, and this in a country that is now fighting to
make democracy safe for the world. These are not palatable truths to
them. And they do not want you to hear them and that is why they brand
us as traitors and disloyalists. If we were not traitors to the people,
we would be eminently respectable citizens and ride in limousines. It is
precisely because we are disloyal to the traitors that we are not
disloyal to the people of this country.

"How short-sighted the ruling is. The exploiter cannot see beyond the
end of his nose. He has just been cunning enough to know what graft is
and where it is, but he has no vision. You know this is a great
throbbing world that speaks out in all directions. Look at Rockefeller.
Every move he makes hastens the coming of his doom. Every time the
capitalist class tries to hinder the cause of Socialism they hurt
themselves. Every time they strangle a Socialist newspaper they add a
thousand voices to those which are aiding Socialism. The Socialist has a
great idea. An expanding philosophy. It is spreading over the face of
the earth. It is as useless to resist it as it is to resist the rising
sun. Can you see it? If you cannot you are lacking in vision, in
understanding. What a privilege it is to serve it. I have regretted a
thousand times I can do so little for the movement that has done so much
for me. The little that I am, the little that I am hoping to be, is due
wholly to the Socialist movement. It gave me my ideas and my ideals, and
I would not exchange one of them for all the Rockefeller blood-stained
dollars. It taught me how to serve; a lesson to me of priceless value.
It taught the ecstasy of the handclasp of the comrade. It made it
possible for me to get in touch with you, to multiply myself over and
over again; to open the avenue, to spread out the glorious vistas; to
know that I am kin with all that throbs; with all who become class
conscious. Every man who toils, everyone of them, is my comrade. To
serve them is the highest duty of my life. And in the service I can feel
myself expanding. I rise to the stature of a man. Yes, my heart is
attuned to yours. All of our hearts are melted into one great heart
which throbs to the response of the people.

"Here I hear your heart beats responsive to the Bolsheviki of Russia.
(Applause) Yes, those heroic