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gone through for the past ten years. I discovered that for those ten years my
gain was just equivalent to a manager's salary. The railroad might just as
well have owned my quarry and hired me to run it.'
'But with this difference,' Ernest laughed; 'the railroad would have had to
assume all the risk which you so obligingly assumed for it.'
'Very true,' Mr Asmunsen answered sadly.
Having let them have their say, Ernest began asking questions right and left.
He began with Mr Owen.
'You started a branch store here in Berkeley about six months ago?'
'Yes,' Mr Owen answered.
'And since then I've noticed that three little corner groceries have gone out
of business. Was your branch store the cause of it?'
Mr Owen affirmed with a complacent smile. 'They had no chance against us.'
'Why not?'
'We had greater capital. With a large business there is always less waste and
greater efficiency.'
'And your branch store absorbed the profits of the three small ones. I see.
But tell me, what became of the owners of the three stores?'
'One is driving a delivery wagon for us. I don't know what happened to the
other two.'
Ernest turned abruptly on Mr Kowalt.
'You sell a great deal of cut-rates.1What has become of the owners of the
small drug stores that you forced to the wall?'
'One of them, Mr Haasfurther, has charge now of our prescription department,'
was the answer.
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'And you absorbed the profits they had been making?'
'Surely. That is what we are in business for.'
'And you?' Ernest said suddenly to Mr Asmunsen. 'You are disgusted because
the railroad has absorbed your profits?'
Mr Asmunsen nodded.
'What you want is to make profits yourself?'
Again Mr Asmunsen nodded.
'Out of others?'
There was no answer.
'Out of others?' Ernest insisted.
'That is the way profits are made,' Mr Asmunsen replied curtly.
'Then the business game is to make profits out of others, and to prevent
others from making profits out of you. That's it, isn't it?'
Ernest had to repeat his question before Mr Asmunsen gave an answer, and then
he said:
'Yes, that's it, except that we do not object to the others making profits so
long as they are not extortionate.'
'By extortionate you mean large; yet you do not object to making large
profits yourself?& Surely not?'
And Mr Asmunsen amiably confessed to the weakness. There was one other man
who was quizzed by Ernest at this juncture, a Mr Calvin, who had once been a
great dairy-owner.
'Some time ago you were fighting the Milk Trust,' Ernest said to him; 'and
now you are in Grange politics.2How did it happen?'
'Oh, I haven't quit the fight,' Mr Calvin answered, and he looked belligerent
enough. 'I'm fighting the trust on the only field where it is possible to
fight the political field. Let me show you. A few years ago we dairymen had
everything our own way.'
'But you competed among yourselves?' Ernest interrupted.
'Yes, that was what kept the profits down. We did try to organise, but
independent dairymen always broke through us. Then came the Milk Trust.'
'Financed by surplus capital from Standard Oil,'3Ernest said.
'Yes,' Mr Calvin acknowledged. 'But we did not know it at the time. Its
agents approached us with a club. "Come in and be fat", was their proposition,
"or stay out and starve." Most of us came in. Those that didn't starved. Oh,
it paid us& at first. Milk was raised a cent a quart. One-quarter of this cent
came to us. Three-quarters of it went to the trust. Then milk was raised
another cent, only we didn't get any of that cent. Our complaints were
useless. The trust was in control. We discovered that we were pawns. Finally
the additional quarter of a cent was denied us. Then the trust began to
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squeeze us out. What could we do? We were squeezed out. There were no
dairymen, only a Milk Trust.'
'But with milk two cents higher, I should think you could have competed,'
Ernest suggested slyly.
'So we thought. We tried it.' Mr Calvin paused a moment. 'It broke us. The
trust could put milk upon the market more cheaply than we. It could sell still
at a slight profit when we were selling at actual loss. I dropped fifty
thousand dollars in that venture. Most of us went bankrupt.4The dairymen were
wiped out of existence.'
'So the trust took your profits away from you,' Ernest said, 'and you've gone
into politics in order to legislate the trust out of existence and get the
profits back?'
Mr Calvin's face lighted up. 'That is precisely what I say in my speeches to
the farmers. That's our whole idea in a nutshell.'
'And yet the trust produces milk more cheaply than could the independent
dairymen?' Ernest queried.
'Why shouldn't it, with the splendid organisation and new machinery its large
capital makes possible?'
'There is no discussion,' Ernest answered. 'It certainly should, and,
furthermore, it does.'
Mr Calvin here launched out into a political speech in exposition of his
views. He was warmly followed by a number of the others, and the cry of all
was to destroy the trusts.
'Poor simple folk,' Ernest said to me in an undertone. 'They see clearly as
far as they see, but they see only to the ends of their noses.'
A little later he got the floor again, and in his characteristic way
controlled it for the rest of the evening.
'I have listened carefully to all of you,' he began, 'and I see plainly that
you play the business game in the orthodox fashion. Life sums itself up to you
in profits. You have a firm and abiding belief that you were created for the
sole purpose of making profits. Only there is a hitch. In the midst of your
own profit-making along comes the trust and takes your profits away from you.
This is a dilemma that interferes somehow with the aim of creation, and the
only way out, as it seems to you, is to destroy that which takes from you your
profits.
'I have listened carefully, and there is only one name that will epitomise
you. I shall call you that name. You are machine-breakers. Do you know what a
machine-breaker is? Let me tell you. In the eighteenth century, in England,
men and women wove cloth on hand-looms in their own cottages. It was a slow,
clumsy, and costly way of weaving cloth, this cottage system of manufacture.
Along came the steam-engine and labour-saving machinery. A thousand looms
assembled in a large factory, and driven by a central engine, wove cloth
vastly more cheaply than could the cottage weavers on their hand-looms. Here
in the factory was combination, and before it competition faded away. The men
and women who had worked the hand-looms for themselves now went into the
factories and worked the machine-looms, not for themselves, but for the
capitalist owners. Furthermore, little children went to work on the
machine-looms, at lower wages, and displaced the men. This made hard times for
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the men. Their standard of living fell. They starved. And they said it was all
the fault of the machines. Therefore they proceeded to break the machines.
They did not succeed, and they were very stupid.
'Yet you have not learned their lesson. Here are you, a century and a half
later, trying to break machines. By your own confession the trust machines do
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