CROWDS
A MOVING-PICTURE OF DEMOCRACY
BY
GERALD STANLEY LEE
Editor of "Mount Tom"
IN FIVE BOOKS
CROWDS AND MACHINES
LETTING THE CROWD BE GOOD
LETTING THE CROWD BE BEAUTIFUL
CROWDS AND HEROES
GOOD NEWS AND HARD WORK
GARDEN CITY NEW YORK DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
Copyright, 1913, by
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages, including the Scandinavian
COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY THE RIDGWAY COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY MITCHELL KENNERLEY
COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY CO.
COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY THE OUTLOOK COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY THE INDEPENDENT WEEKLY, INCORPORATED
BOOKS
By GERALD STANLEY LEE
THE LOST ART OF READING
A Sketch of Civilization
THE CHILD AND THE BOOK
A Constructive Criticism of Education
THE SHADOW CHRIST
A Study of the Hebrew Men of Genius
THE VOICE OF THE MACHINES
An Introduction to the Twentieth Century
INSPIRED MILLIONAIRES
A Study of the Man of Genius in Business
CROWDS
A Moving Picture of Democracy
Gratefully inscribed to a little Mountain,
a great Meadow, and a Woman.
To the Mountain for the sense of time, to
the Meadow for the sense of space, and
to the Woman for the sense of everything.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
- BOOK ONE
CROWDS AND MACHINES
- WHERE ARE WE GOING?
- THE CROWD SCARE
- THE MACHINE SCARE
- THE STRIKEAN INVENTION FOR MAKING CROWDS THINK
- THE CROWD-MANAN INVENTION FOR MAKING CROWDS SEE
- THE IMAGINATION OF CROWDS
- IMAGINATION ABOUT THE UNSEEN
- THE CROWD'S IMAGINATION ABOUT THE FUTURE
- THE CROWD'S IMAGINATION ABOUT PEOPLE
- A DEMOCRATIC THEORY OF HUMAN NATURE
- DOING AS ONE WOULD WISH ONE HAD DONE IN TWENTY YEARS
- NEW KINDS AND NEW SIZES OF MEN
- BOOK TWO
LETTING THE CROWDS BE GOOD
- SPEAKING AS ONE OF THE CROWD
- IS IT WRONG FOR GOOD PEOPLE TO BE EFFICIENT?
- IS IT WRONG FOR GOOD PEOPLE TO BE INTERESTING?
- PROSPECTS OF THE LIAR
- PROSPECTS OF THE BULLY
- GOODNESS AS A CROWD-PROCESS
- THOUGHTS ON BEING IMPROVED BY OTHER PEOPLE
- MAKING GOODNESS HURRY
- TOUCHING THE IMAGINATION OF CROWDS
- THE STUPENDOUS, THE UNUSUAL, THE MONOTONOUS AND THE SUCCESSFUL
- THE SUCCESSFUL
- THE NECKS OF THE WICKED
- IS IT WRONG FOR GOOD PEOPLE TO BE SUCCESSFUL?
- IS IT SECOND RATE FOR GOOD PEOPLE TO BE SUCCESSFUL?
- THE SUCCESSFUL TEMPERAMENT
- THE MEN AHEAD PULL
- THE CROWDS PUSH
- THE MAN WHO SAYS HOW, SAYS HOW
- AND THE MACHINE STARTS!
- BOOK THREE
LETTING THE CROWD BE BEAUTIFUL
- PART I. WISTFUL MILLIONAIRES
- MR. CARNEGIE SPEAKS UP
- MR. CARNEGIE TRIES TO MAKE PEOPLE READ
- MR. NOBEL TRIES TO MAKE PEOPLE WRITE
- PAPER BOOKS, MARBLE PILLARS, AND WOODEN BOYS
- THE HUMDRUM FACTORY AND THE TUMPTY-TUM THEATRE
- PART II. IRON MACHINES
- STEEPLES AND CHIMNEYS
- BELLS AND WHEELS
- DEW AND ENGINES
- DEAD AS A DOOR NAIL!
- AN OXFORD MAN AND AN INCH OF IRON
- THE MACHINES' MACHINES
- THE MEN'S MACHINES
- THE BASEMENT OF THE WORLD
- THE GROUND FLOOR FOLKS
- THE MACHINE-TRAINERS
- MACHINES, CROWDS, AND ARTISTS
- PART III. PEOPLE-MACHINES
- NOW!
- COMMITTEES AND COMMITTEES
- THE INCONVENIENCE OF BEING HUMAN
- LETTING THE CROWD HAVE PEOPLE IN IT
- BOOK FOUR
CROWDS AND HEROES
- THE SOCIALIST AND THE HERO
- THE CROWD AND THE HERO
- THE CROWD AND THE AVERAGE PERSON
- THE CROWD AND PIERPONT MORGAN
- THE CROWD AND TOM MANN
- AN OPENING FOR THE NEXT PIERPONT MORGAN
- AN OPENING FOR THE NEXT TOM MANN
- THE MEN WHO LOOK
- WHO IS AFRAID?
- RULES FOR TELLING A HEROWHEN ONE SEES ONE
- THE TECHNIQUE OF COURAGE
- THE MEN WHO WANT THINGS
- MEN WHO GET THINGS
- SOURCES OF COURAGE FOR OTHERSTOLERATION
- CONVERSION
- EXCEPTION
- INVENTION
- THE MAN WHO PULLS THE WORLD TOGETHER
- THE MAN WHO STANDS BY
- THE STRIKE OF THE SAVIOURS
- THE LEAGUE OF THE MEN WHO ARE NOT AFRAID
- BOOK FIVE
GOOD NEWS AND HARD WORK
- NEWS AND LABOUR
- NEWS AND MONEY
- PART III. NEWS AND GOVERNMENT
- OXFORD STREET AND THE HOUSE OF COMMONS
- OXFORD STREET HUMS, THE HOUSE HEMS
- PRESIDENT WILSON AND MOSES
- THE PRESIDENT SAYS YES AND NO
- THE PRESIDENT SAYS "LOOK!"
- THE PEOPLE SAY "WHO ARE YOU?"
- THE PEOPLE SAY "WHO ARE WE?"
- NEWS ABOUT US TO THE PRESIDENT
- NEWS-MEN
- AMERICAN TEMPERAMENT AND GOVERNMENT
- NEWS-BOOKS
- NEWS-PAPERS
- NEWS-MACHINES
- NEWS-CROWDS
- CROWD-MEN
BOOK ONE
CROWDS AND MACHINES
TO CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS
"A battered, wrecked old man
Thrown on this savage shore far, far from home,
Pent by the sea and dark rebellious brows twelve dreary months
... The end I know not, it is all in Thee,
Or small or great I know nothaply what broad fields, what
lands!...
And these things I see suddenly, what mean they
As if some miracle, some hand divine unsealed my eyes,
Shadowy vast shapes smile through the air and sky,
And on the distant waves sail countless ships,
And anthems in new tongues I hear saluting me."
CHAPTER I
WHERE ARE WE GOING?
The best picture I know of my religion is Ludgate Hill as one sees it going down the foot of Fleet Street. It would seem to many perhaps like a rather strange half-heathen altar, but it has in it the three things with which I worship most my Maker in this present worldthe three things which it would be the breath of religion to me to offer to a God togetherCathedrals, Crowds, and Machines.
With the railway bridge reaching over, all the little still locomotives in the din whispering across the street; with the wide black crowd streaming up and streaming down, and the big, faraway, other-worldly church above, I am strangely glad. It is like having a picture of one's whole world taken up deftly, and done in miniature and hung up for one against the skythe white steam which is the breath of modern life, the vast hurrying of our feet, and that Great Finger pointing toward heaven day and night for us all....
I never tire of walking out a moment from my nook in Clifford's Inn and stealing a glimpse and coming back to my fireplace. I sit still a moment before going to work and look in the flames and think. The great roar outside the Court gathers it all upthat huge, boundless, tiny, summed-up world out there; flings it faintly against my quiet windows while I sit and think.
And when one thinks of it a minute, it sends one half-fearfully, half-triumphantly back to one's workthe very thought of it. The Crowd hurrying, the Crowd's flurrying Machines, and the Crowd's God, send one back to one's work!