You've got families, you've got to play.
Yes, yes, quite right, the rules are not _entirely_ fair; we'll revise them to-morrow, maybe, some time.

Let _you_ do it?
Tut, tut, no, no! Why, you object to 'em! That won't do at all.

Let the rules be revised by their friends and beneficiaries, to-morrow, next day, by and by; busy to-day, stockholders' meeting, dividend declared, good-by! You're virtually _peons_.

Fourth of July, elections and war-times you're the sovereign people, Tommy this and Tommy-rot; but for all practical purposes you're _peons_.
"We're rich, we can afford a scratch-my-back-and-I'll-scratch-yours tariff that keeps our prices up arbitrarily, that takes fifty dollars out of your pockets to put in ours for every dollar it puts into the national treasury." "If the tariff was repealed," said Steve diffidently, "if we raised money for the National Government, just as we do for county government----" "Hush-sh!" said Mitchell, shocked.

"That's High Treason--that's Unconstitutional! Some one will hear you! Then there's another.
_You_ sell at a sacrifice to pay your debts.