uture fo' a dollah. In de Temple Annex is de offices ob de
'Filiated Culled Union ob de worl'. Dis Union is mitigated into th'ee
gran' divisions--de Bullshevik, de P'litical, an' de Social. De Social
has de Ladies' Annex."

Honey Tone's eyes played steadily across his audience, horizontally,
and his voice shot straight at the ears of the assemblage, but his
imagination started up, and now it made its final flight. "Dat's all I
tells you, 'ceptin' my own humble efforts will be directed at
organizin' a New World Af'ican Colony in de free country of Barzil.
Dat's all. Fo' each an' ev'ry project us needs a Deppity Soopreem
Leadeh. Dese will be 'pointed f'm amongst you. Each Deppity Soopreem
Leadeh adorns hisself wid de gilt-edge robes ob de 'propriate
responsibility an' collects de cash. Deppity Collector fo' each Deppity
Leadeh likewise weahs de robes whut de ritual describes. Ritual
c'mmittee gits a percentage ob de receipts. Deppities gits one dollah
fo' ev'ry three whut's took in. Any income oveh twenty dollahs a day
goes to de Social an' Festive departments."

The orator pulled a little book out of his pocket. "Hopin' you elects
steady an' reliable frien's fo' de 'sponsible offices, us now opens de
'scription books fo' de Temple Fund, payin' int'rest a hund'ed per cent
ev'y week. Pussonally, I donates a hund'ed dollars to staht de ball
rollin'--"

Honey Tone knew his crowd.

"How much, brotheh? Sign yo' name. Cash. C'tificate in green an' yaller
wid de gol' seal will be conferred at de Fust Conclave ob de Soopreem
Leadehs of Departments an' de Gran' Deppities.... Gimme dat bill; I has
change, brotheh...."

Late that night, escorted by a committee a little more soopreem than
the body of the mob, Honey Tone walked back to his hotel room.
Everything was organized to a degree which had deprived the mob of
blood hunters of all of their ready cash.

On his way to the hotel the uplifter pondered the question of conduct
affecting his immediate future. "To blow or not to blow"--that was the
question. He reviewed the hills and valleys of the land of promise over
which his galloping vocal organs had hauled the hopes of his hearers.
He decided that the business of making good would involve considerable
work. The work part failed to attract him. He decided to bid the
committee a long farewell at the hotel, without their knowing it, but
his decision suffered a veto in the persistence with which the three
Soopreem Deppities s