“The great trouble with these fellows down here,” remarked my friend as we left the office of a New York banker--“the trouble with all of ’em is that they forget about the _Folks_. You noticed that when he asked in his large, patronizing way how things are going out West he didn’t wait for us to answer; he pressed a button and told his secretary to bring in those tables of railroad earnings and to-day’s crop bulletins and that sort of rubbish, so he could tell _us_. It never occurs to ’em that the Folks are human beings and not just a column of statistics. Why, the _Folks_----” My friend, an orator of distinction, formerly represented a tall-corn district in Congress. He drew me into Trinit…
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