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Thru one of the windows that overlook the wild wide world I view a scene bedecked with black in the faraway reaches of every circling scope. .Vithin the black is a stream of blood, human blood, fresh, quick, coagulating, from the wounds of Stupidity, Making the pi&ure drab, dejecting, dismal, Pressing the heart excruciatingly as in a vise. Along the banks appear skulking figures carrying bags of gold that chafe the harrassed flesh,

Spoils of tyranny, banditry, monopoly, butchery— Rulership of every kind, of every shape and size,

and every degree of social soreness, Put plausibly by preachers, politicians, profit-mongers with rubber-tired words to ease the shock.

I see Freedom loaded with fiendish munitions

ofivar, war, WAR! Burdened with hate capitalized for unholy dividends,

Which Stupidity (the mass man, the menial-minded) does not comprehend are always assumed

gain to the slinking figures along the banks of the bloodv stream stru^irlinir

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with the bags of gold, like rats carrying poisoned food to their holes. I also see Freedom maimed, halt, burdened with States, Governments, Laws piled high as the silvery clouds;


Subtle Authority labeling every package: 4'For the good of the people!" While satanic grins wrinkle his leering face, Realizing how cleverly he fools Stupidity ever

and always,

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Stupidity that ever and always appeals to false gods for succor from poverty, disease, crime, prostitution— The need to beg for leave to use Nature's ample

means of ward from want. Along the highways and byways of history I see

signs written "Laws," And always and everywhere they point up

blind alleys to slaughter pens, where grim Death sits in regal robes, Surrounded by receptacles filled with gas that kills instantly a cityfull of life, animal and vegetable;

By explosives that lay low everything caused by ... human will and wisdom and make of the

world a desolation desolated bv mania


gone mad! 2

Out of this window I see churches built bv cun-ning hands, of gold and jewels from the pennies of the poor, So unlike the place where Jesus was born, So different than the open spaces roofed by the

sky, ornamented with clouds and stars, Lit by the lamp of the world, Where he preached, and obscurely preaches

still, pleads still, prays still, That it is easier for a camel to go thru the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven,

Knowing that the possession of inordinate

wealth is gotten wrongfully, invites jealousy, envy, gluttony, unhappiness— Things that make hell upon earth a reality from

which even Croesus cannot escape; That he is sent to heal the broken-hearted from

the unequal struggle to live a worthy life; To preach deliverance to the captive from the.

power of privilege and pelf; To recover the sight of those mentally blinded

by the glare of social debaucheries; To set at liberty those that are bruised by the brutality of the respectable Brotherhood of Brigandage, 3

Poor brother man!

I see that you are less wise than foolish,

less man than brute, less like Jesus than Satan;

And I present the world as evidence in the


Court of Reason,

Tho the pedantic preachers say you are made in the image of God.

Great God, how they must surely libel you in the brazen attempt to flatter themselves!

Look never in a placid pool to see yourself mirrored if you'd retain respect for the judgement of preachers!

Wonderful window thru which I look!

There are many such windows thru which others may see these man-made adversities

Were they cleaned with self-respeding hands and cloths that clean.

Out of another window, mv dream window

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I see smiles sedudive as the morning sun, thick as leaves 011 the trees in summer;

Laughter greeting my ears as the fussy ripples of busy brooks;

Delightful daughters of Eve adorned as fragrant flowers of fields and forests

Care-free children in the garb of innocence splashing in welcome waters; 4

Fields fulfilling their fitting functions, unburdened with monopolistic burdens;

Factories creating utilities instead of gewgaws;

Goods exchanging in the equities of cost as the limit of price;

The wage of handworkers equaling the graft of the professions, all-in-ali;

Nothing owned not the fulfillment of useful Labors magic hands and head!

I see Intelligence arm in arm with Courage

frowning upon sharp practice, and forbidding bolts and bars for invaders only.

1 see laws discovered by delving scientists supplant the chicane of the boob, the bravado, the presumptions, who foolishly fool the foolish by assuming the power to "make'7 laws, that potency possessed alone by Nature, unless vou call it God.

I see human effort turned to producing useful things rather than wasting away in silly 4'sports''—utility supplanting mummery.

(Think of a six-foot, double-fisted, giddy-headed dolt, big as an ox, running around a ring chasing his nose, cutting up monkeyshines on a bar, knocking out what little sense there was in another's head—for "Amusement/" 5

When he could do real service to society by-sawing wood, cultivating fields, digging coal, building buildings—and of more benefit to his own development also.)

1 see crime displaced by lessening the difficulty of getting jobs by which to make a living than by criminality and selling real estate;

Prostitution, mental and physical, extirpated by opening the way to ease and comfort thru laudable work and equitable pay.

1 see peace, plenty, prosperity thru this dream window.

J see that strong men, great men, good men need nor wealth nor political power nor supernatural bunkum to be loved and honored;

That power and magnetism are within themselves, their humanity, and the influences which radiate the rays of the invigorating sun thru them emit love and happiness & peace and joy;

That they are charged as batteries with the

ele&ric forces of honesty, integrity, industry—the self-reliance to do for themselves than have things done for them;

Loaded to fullness with the will to take from Natures storehouse only such things as sustain their own lives in ample comfort,

Leaving to others equal chances to do likewise; Inspired with the spirit of even partnership in the gifts of God without lying flat in the trouffh like boors to get more than their

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needs and crowding others out; Nor do they like vandals go thru the forests

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chopping down trees just because they have sharp axes.

1 see Freedom in holiday attire at last, striding sturdily in the confident open, his majestic brow facing the future'like one going into a new home all his own; hale fellow well met with good-will; a glad hand for evervbod}, white, black, red and yellow, like a liberated prisoner innocent of crime long in limbo, his full features indicating a break in a long fast.

These dream windows are obtainable in the marts of wisdom at the price of observation.

And then I look thru another window at mv

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own souk

And wonder what in the depths is in store for a society that is not sensible enuf, not egoistic enuf, not proud enuf to save itself from perdition! I see the common people all too idiotically common! 7

Ah, my beloved, even in your besottedness, I love you,

But I hate your ignorance, your submissiveness, your slobbery mouths that malign the red rebels against the dastard and the persistent assaults on your humanity and well-being,

While vou remain silent as shadows and as *

resent less.

Tho there be no redress in violence for aggression Yet, rather than remain a truckler under the

heels of an ogre, I'd rend him with savage hands from breech to

neck if I could And whip the parts into shreds, even tho I died

the death in doing it! Better a corpse in courage than quick in poltroonery.

He is fool indeed who sows invasion and hopes

to reap ought but hate and danger! There seems no redress for wrongs but threatened peril.

Then let that threat be as relentless as the fires

of hell! t r

Jo Labadie.

March, 1^24.

(The Poetry Class of the Detroit Women's Writers' Club was given "Windows" as the srbje<5l on which to write, and I was also asked to write something. The foregoing is the something.)

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The Labadie Shop is now located at Bubbling Waters, a modest home in the wilderness, 35 miles from Detroit, one mile north of Grand River Road, on the Oakland and Livingston counties line, made possible by the generosity of friends. The P. O. address is Wixom, Mich., R.F.D. 1; and 2306 Buchanan St., Detroit, in the winter months. Remember, Booklets at your own price, from postage up. Size from 16 to 100 pages. All hand work.


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