Thus politics as a trade, parties as trademarks, the politicians, like harlots, plying their vocation.
Now and again an able, honest and brave man, who aims at better things, appears.

In the event that fortune favors him and he attains high station, he finds himself surrounded and thwarted by men less able and courageous, who, however equal to discovering right from wrong, yet wear the party collar, owe fealty to the party machine, are sometimes actual slaves of the party boss.

In the larger towns we hear of the City Hall ring; out in the counties of the Court House ring.

We rarely anywhere encounter clean, responsible administration and pure, disinterested, public service.
The taxpayers are robbed before their eyes.

The evil grows greater as we near the centers of population.