Every Socialist did his share, and lived upon the vision of the “good time” coming—when the working-class should go to the polls and seize the powers of government, and put an end to private property in the means of production. No matter how poor a man was, or how much he suffered, he could never be really unhappy while he knew of that future; even if he did not live to see it himself, his children would, and, to a Socialist, the victory of his class was his victory. Also he had always the progress to encourage him. Here in Chicago, for instance, the movement was growing by leaps and bounds—
