Monopoly's Plea For Charity
THE Old Man of the Sea was riding on Sinbad's neck, and Sinbad staggered under the weight. "Help this poor Soul," cried the dear Old Man. "Won't somebody lend him a hand?" The kindly disposed had pity on Sinbad, and gave him a stick with which he supported his tottering steps. The Old Man was much more comfortable, and grew more fat. Sinbad's knees were giving away. "How miserable the lower classes are!" said the good Old Man. "We must have systematic aid." The benevolent folks got a long crutch for Sinbad. He got on better, so the Old Man piled his baggage on Sinbad's back. Sinbad reeled, and almost fell. "He should have religion," cried the: pious Old Man. So he rode him to church three times a week.
Still Sinbad staggered about. "It's moral restraint that Sinbad needs," said the pleasant Old Man. So he gave some of Sinbad's breakfast to a dog to snap at his heels. Sinbad pitched blindly on. "Education is what he wants,' said the kind Old Man. "I'll teach him to trot." So he jumped up and down, as if Sinbad were trotting. Sinbad seemed as weary as ever. "The condition of the labourer is intolerable," cried the sweet Old Man. "He must have government aid." So he made Sinbad fan himself with his hat.
But Sinbad became dissatisfied, and even dishonest. So he "upset society," and threw the Old Man off into the sea. Poor Old Man! deprived of his vested rights and position; not even done by degrees. The unhappy Old Gentleman should have compensation—from Sinbad.