“ ‘I didn’t know his wife died last week. He is some kind of a foreigner.’

“I went to a large church. The members all agreed that they each and every one were all brothers and sisters in the Sacredology Church; but of course the other churches did not have the right doctrine, so it was best to traffic with them too much. I said to an elder’s wife, ‘That was a sad incident the other day when your wash-woman’s child was killed.’

“ ‘I didn’t know the child was killed. People like that have to be kept in their places,’ she told me.

“I came to a little church in a small city; an earnest man there was preaching brotherhood, even though a brother be yellow, brown or black. His congregation called him radical, ultra-modern—and paid little heed to what he said.

“In another city, I went into a large printshop and I said to a printer there, ‘The time has come for man to practice Universal Brotherhood. It would make a different world on the earth plane.’

“ ‘Oh yes,’ he said, ‘we have a union of all the printers and it has made working conditions much better. We all help each other and we are just like brothers, but of course we have to watch the “scabs.” We don’t let them get any work if we can help it.’

“I went here and there in the busy marts of men, but everywhere they were thinking only of ‘me and mine.’ How to get, get more and more; never how to share, how to give or help another in need.

“I was almost in despair until in a very large city, I saw a long line of men waiting while bread and hot soup were being given out. No one asked if they were worthy, or