THE TIDE THAT CAN'T BE HALTED
There's a story of a king long ago Canute was his name who picked
a pleasant day to meander down to the seaside with his courtiers and order
the rising tide not to wet his feet.
He could boss many things, but he couldn't boss the tide. In the last
act of this touching little drama the king was shown with dripping sandals
making txackslorthe high land. ' -
In the story the rising tide was of real salt water the kind that is
generally found close to seasides.
But if for modern purposes we think of the king not as a crowned head,
but as a type of business despot, and of the tide not as salt water, but of
industrial democracy of the rising demand of the great mass of workers
to be in on the management then the parallel is perfect.
There is this difference,- however. Some of our business kings have
ceased to command the tide to halt and instead are- supplicating it to stay
where it is. t ' . 4
In thej Sujvy, for example, Banker Higginson oBqstqa.iilmost path
etically pleads fwith the 85 per cent not to "hate the rich?' or put them out
of business. He is so little in touch with what is going on that 'he really
thinks hate is the tiiptive of, current unrest
Of coiirse, it.jsn't.. Ttierfc is plenty of hate for injustice, as there should
be; but almost none,for individuals. Let any man earn, success by merit in
a free field1 with nobody 'unfairly handicapped, and you'll' find that his neigh
bors will be good sportsmen'. enough to applaud him, even when he is un
wise enough to make the measure of his success a pile of superfluous dol
lars instead of the satisfaction which comes- wh superior service.
The tide isn't rising against success, but against injustice, the lack of
a fair chance for all. , ,
We'd grieve to see such a "tldeHalt. Wouldn't you
Fortunately, it isn't likely to.
"Herr Schmidt is so fat that he
can't get near enough to his counter
to sell goods." "H'm! Sort of a cor
poration in restraint of trade."
"It is truly possible, to catch a
cold by kissing," declares a famous
physician. Please pass the quinine
1 and mustard plasters.
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