Practice Typing

I met men, he said, who invoked the name of the Prince of Peace in their diatribes against war, and who put rifles in the hands of Pinkertons5 with which to shoot down strikers in their own factories. I met men incoherent with indignation at the brutality of prize fighting, and who, at the same time, were parties to the adulteration of food that killed each year more babes than even red handed Herod had killed.