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Just the esthetic end of the game. Esthetic,
you know--the beauty part of it."
"Yuh, sure, that's the word. 'Sthetic, that's what it is.
Yes, 'sthetic. But, just the same, it makes me feel's though I
believed in all sorts of things."
"Tell you what I believe may happen, though," exulted Morton.
"This socialism, and maybe even these here International Workers
of the World, may pan out as a new kind of religion. I don't
know much about it, I got to admit. But looks as though it might
be that way. It's dead certain the old political parties are just
gangs--don't stand for anything except the name. But this comrade
business--good stunt. Brotherhood of man--real brotherhood. My
idea of religion. One that is because it's got to be, not just
because it always has been. Yessir, me for a religion of guys
working together to make things easier for each other."
"You bet!" commented Mr. Wrenn, and they smote each other upon
the shoulder and laughed together in a fine flame of shared hope.
"I wish I knew something about this socialism stuff," mused Mr.


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