Dear Mr. Watson:—Why do you
not cease your desperate efforts to
try to convince yourself that Social
ism is wrong? Any one can read
between the lines of your November
editorial and see that you are only
trying to put off the inevitable—the
day when your brilliant mind must
arrive at the conclusion that Social
ism is the only way out. Mr. Wat
son, your November editorial is an
injustice to yourself. Your prem
ises are as false as your logic. But
I know and understand that you are
only trying to deceive yourself. There
never has been an upward and for
ward movement on earth that has
not had that “free love” accusation
thrust upon it. From Jesus Christ
down to Robert G. Ingersoll, every
prophet has been a shining mark
for the slinging of that handful of
mud.
Mr. Watson, as a critic you are
truly great—but what in the name
of high heaven do you offer us in the
place of the present intolerable sys
tem? I have been a pretty constant
reader of your Magazine since its
inception, and I have yet to find a
single line from your pen indicative
of a remedy.
Come under the banner of Social
ism, where you belong, and let your
mighty voice lead in the van of hu
manity, of progress, of liberty, and
civilization. Socialism means no
such carnival of license as you pic
ture in your November editorial; the
sacredness of the home, the fireside,
the nuptial relation, motherhood and
fatherhood will be truly inviolate,
and not subject to the sport of
chance, as now they are.
Your friend,
ARTHUR KNOLLE.
Brenham, Texas.
Answer.
