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Show the benevolence of his friends, he had come to the conclusion that Iris benefactors some how or other were making themselves rich off his sweat and toil. Just how thev we e doing it, Dick didn't know, but one thing he was sure of and that was that they weren't entitled en-titled to any profit on his labor. Unfortunately, there are too many Dopes in this country nien who delude themselves into believing be-lieving that the boss is just a lucky "stiff" who hy some sort of accident or trickery has gotten into a position of responsibility and authority. These Dick Dopes either are not smait enough to realize, or refuse to understand, that invested capi. tal is entitled to a fair return; that the men who successfully are managing man-aging businesses, large and small, and who are thereby giving em.' ployment to others, are entitled to compensation commensurate with the service they are rendering to society. It is these Dick Dopes who are certain the capitalistic system has outlived its usefulness and who vociferously demand that America abandon its system of Competitive Enterprise and adopt one of the totalitarian systems. Because of their lack of ability or industry or thrift, they are envious of those who possess those desirable qualifications. quali-fications. Not willing or able to Hit themselves up, their ambition is to pull those above, down to their level in other words, to apply the lawn-mower method of trimming trim-ming everyone down to the same low staturs. Yes, we have a lot of Dick Dopes among us brass cannon polishers who don't know how lucky they are in having the opportunity op-portunity to work and earn wages, polishing a cannon bought, paid , for and maintained by someone else. They don't realize that this is only possible under a system like the American Way, and that under some kind of political or economic system, the chances are they would not be polishing can. nons they might even be fodder for them. THE CANNON POLISHER By George Peck Dick Dope wasn't a bad sort of a chap all his friends liked him, but regretted that naiure had failed to endow him with his fair share of brains. Poor Dick! he found it difficult to eke out an existence. A group of his friends came to his rescue. Each member of the group agreed. to chip in one dollar per week to give to Dick. So that he could maintain his self-respect and not consider himself an object ob-ject of charity, they bought a big brass cannon and told Dick his job was to keep that cannon polished. pol-ished. This was comparative opulence for Dick he' wasn't lazy and he tackled his new job with vim and vigor; he kept that old brass cannon can-non resplendently shinud. After a laspse of several months, Dick came to one of his employers and said, "I'm sorry but I've got to leave you fellows." "Why, Dick? That's too bad. Is there anything wrong?" the friend inquired. "No," replied Dick, "I've saved some of the wages you fellows have paid me; I've bought a cannon can-non of my own and I'm going into business for myself." Quite a stupid fellow this Dick Dope not smart enough to sense |