The Free Press

e are agreed-and by "we" I mean all educated men with some knowledge of the world around us-that the degree to which the suppression of truth, the propagation of falsehood, the

ony upon matters of the first importance, being refused publicity. Within the guild of the journalists, there is not a man who could not give you a hundred ex

e vast numerical accumulation of

al politician-his manners, capacities, way of speaking, intelligence-ever appears to-day in any

whom an inept ritual description had to be given. But the substitute has only been a putting of them

"fill the stage." That metaphor is false, because upon a stage the au

describe the scene in the House of Commons when some o

out such folk, or as private conversation runs among those who know them, and who have no reason to exaggerate their importance, but see them as they are. Such a description would never be printed! The few o

the politicians are and they lose power. Once let t

es are never allowed by any chance to hear in time

derstand why a vast domestic dispute has arisen is the very first necessity for a sound civic judgment. But we never get it. The

ilding lock-out which coincided with the outbreak of the War. I did not find a single one who knew that it was a lock

s well had been led to believe that the builders' cessation of labour was a strike due to their own initiative against existing conditions, and thought the operation of such an initiative immoral in time of war. They did not know the plain truth that th

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our of this professional politician or that; with a mass of unco-ordinated advices; and, above all, with a mass of nonsense about the immense earnings of the proletariat. The whole thing was really and deliberately side-tracked for months until, by the mere force of things, it compelled attention. Each of us is a witness to this. We have all seen it. Every single reader o

instances as older morals went) of the same thing. They have shown the incapacity and falsehood of

at in moments such as these, when any waste is inexcusable, sterile complaint is the worst of waste. But my complaint here is not sterile. It is fruitful. This Capitalist Press has come at last to warp all judgment. The tiny oligarch