OCR Interpretation


The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 03, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 2

Image and text provided by University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign Library, Urbana, IL

Persistent link: https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn83045487/1915-12-03/ed-1/seq-2/

What is OCR?


Thumbnail for

mmmmmmmmm
4 - '"-'(
.pewspaper has power. And whoever has power has responsibility. That
is also true of any man who has great wealth. YOU can't escape it. No
man can. YOU can't dodge your responsibility.
I believe it would be a good thin? for Chicago if YOU, Victor F. Lawson,
would now take an inventory of YOURSELF.
You are an old man, Vic You are past 61 and you haven't many
years to live. Within a comparatively short time you will die. A fashion
able Undertaker will come to your beautiful home. He wilf squirt embalm
ing fluid into your veins, and after he has fixed you up in the latest under
taking style he will put your renrtains in an expensive coffin. Many friends
will send beautiful flowers. Somebody will arrange them about the casket
and the room. And probably somebody will sing "Rock of Ages," "Lead
Kindly Light" or some other beautiful hymn.
Doubtless some prominent preacher will preach a beautiful sermon
and lie about you beautifully. It would be bad form, you know, to tell the
truth about you during the last public function in which you will play a
prominent part.
And finally they'll haul you out to the cemetery and lower your mortal
remains into a little bit of a rectangular hole in the ground. The cemetery
employes will dump the unfeeling earth over you and then the live ones
who faithfully attended you to the grave will ride back home and go about
their business.
But the singers will sing for pay, the preacher will preach for pay, the
undertaker will undertake you for pay and haul you to the cemetery for
pay and the cemetery employes will bury you for pay.
There will be distinguished pallbearers and mourners who will furnish
their small service on that occasion without hope of financial reward.
And that will be the last of YOU, Vic so far as any of us know.
You won't hear the music or the sermon. You won't see the flowers.
You won't know whether you are riding in a hearse with rubber tires or
steel ones. And you won't feel the bitter cold of it in winter or the burning
heat of it in summer.
BUT you can't take the Daily News with you on this last excursion.
Nor your beautiful mansion. And you can't take with you one single penny
of all of your many millions.
There will be no creditors to mourn your loss because you owe them
money, but all the same, Vic Lawson, YOU WOULD DIE IN DEBT IF YOU
WERE TO DIE TODAY.
FOR YOU OWE ALL YOU HAVE AND ALL YOU ARE TO THE
PEOPLE OF CHICAGO.
THEY gave you your newspaper circulation that was the foundation
of your great fortune. The State street stores whose owners you have
served so long and faithfully only advertised with you because you had that
circulation. So your first debt is to the people of Chicago the readers of
the Daily News.
I said you would leave no money debt I almost forgot that money debt
you owe to the school children of Chicago because of the rent money with
held from them for THEIR school land the land you occupy at an un
justly low rental because of that infamous midnight action of a newspaper
controlled school board.
But we'll let that pass. Square yourself with your own conscience as
to that as best you can.
The big debt you owe is to the people of Chicago. And what have you
done for them?

xml | txt