I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.

Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?

I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world's food and

     clothes.

I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me

     and the Lincolns. They die. And then I send forth more Napoleons

     and Lincolns.

I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand for much plowing.

     Terrible storms pass over me. I forget. The best of me is sucked out

     and wasted. I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and makes

     me work and give up what I have. And I forget.

Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history

     to remember. Then--I forget.

When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the

     lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year,

     who played me for a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the

     world say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a sneer in his

     voice or any far-off smile of derision.

The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then.