Streams of people began to flow in at each entrance, sedately; four big policemen, representing the majesty of the law, stood, two on either side of each entrance. The majesty was of locust wood, held in the air, ready to descend on the cranium of the lawless and even of the ill-mannered. As the starving entered the door they found themselves in a passageway with sides of heavy plank that narrowed until they were walking in single file, just as they do in abattoirs and sheep-dipping pens. One by one they thus came. There was a small inclosure on one side of the passage. There stood H. R. and his reporters. Beside them was a small table. A heap of shining silver quarters was on the table in plain sight of all. H. R. asked the first man, "Are you hungry?" "Yes. I haven't had a bite in--" H. R. held up a hand to check the autobiography. He inquired, sternly: "Got any money?" "Nope." "Sure?" "Yep." The reporters began to sneer. What did this H. R., who was said to be clever, expect such people to answer? That's the trouble with all wealthy philanthropists. They are damned fools. They don't know human nature nor their own compatriots. "Do you want a quarter?" asked H. R., kindly, at the same time lifting a big handful of silver to show there was plenty. "You bet!" "Wouldn't you rather have a dollar?" asked H. R. He picked up four quarters and jingled them in his open palm by bouncing them up and down in the air, gently, invitingly. The man stared at H. R. and refused to answer. It must be a trap! "Don't you or do you? Speak quickly!" said H. R., impatiently. "Of course!" "You'll have to let us search you to see how much you've got on you if you really want a dollar instead of the quarter." "Say, yous--" began the man. "Frisk him!" "To hell with your dollar," said the man, defiantly clapping one hand to his pocket. "I knew it was a plant!" "This way," politely said the plain-clothes men, leading away the pauper who didn't wish to be searched. The colloquy had not been overheard by the other hungry guests. The man was led into a storeroom, where he was kept so that he might not empty his pockets and come in again from the street for the dollar he did not really want. "You see how we will eliminate those who have money and--" But the reporters were not listening to H. R. They were too busy writing. This man was no philanthropist. He was intelligent. There were some guests who said they objected to the indignity of being searched, though they had no money. They joined the first man in the storeroom. "No taxpayers' subterfuges tolerated," H. R. said. But most of the hungry were perfectly willing to be searched and prove they had no money. They were told by H. R. to pass on. To those who asked for the money H. R. said, sternly: "Do you wish to swallow a quarter or do you want to eat food?" They grumbled. They were human. They passed on. They were hungry.