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thousand could feel listened to absolutely--listened to by the other four
hundred thousand, for one evening, democracy would be safe for the world
in the morning.

As it is, each crowd sits in Madison Square Garden alone--holds a vast
lonely reverie all alone, hypnotizes itself and then goes out and fights.

Of course there are the crowds on paper, too. Ink-mobs roam the streets.

Crowds do not get on as individual persons do, because individual crowds
cannot get physically and humanly together.

It has been generally noted that the best radical labor leaders who come
into definite personal contact with employers grow quite generally
conservative and that the best conservative leaders become what would
have once seemed to them radical when they really learn how to lead.

Why is it that when they begin to learn as leaders how things really are,
they are so often impeached by the crowds they represent--by capital and
labor?

The moment there are conveniences for crowds--for the rank and file of
crowds to catch up to their leaders, to see things whole, too--the moment
we have the machinery for crowds being able to have the spiritual and
personal experiences their leaders have with the other side, crowds will
stop dismissing their leaders--the moment they see both sides, and get
practical, too.

The purpose of the local chapter of the Put-Through Clan, is to find a
means in each town of getting all crowds and groups together regularly as
one group revealing themselves, listening and being listened to, and
confiding themselves to team-thinking and to doing team-work together.

The Put-Through Clan headquarters in a town will be the Town Fireplace
for Crowds. It will be the warmest, liveliest, manliest, most genial
resort in town--where all the live men and real men who seek real
contacts and care about men who do, will get together. The refreshing and
emancipating experience many men had in army camps will be carried on and
become a daily force in the daily life of every town in America.

Sec. 8. _The Sign on the World._

I looked up yesterday and saw a sign on a church in New York. I like it
better every time I go by.

THIS CHURCH IS OPEN ALL DAY EVERY DAY FOR PRAYER, MEDITATION AND
BUSINESS.

I have been wondering just who the man is who had the horse-sense and
piety to take up the secret of business and the grip of religion both,
telegraph them into ten words like this, and make a stone church say them