We ask for living wages, but also for the respect of the public. Our Emblem is the Sign of the Ultimate Sandwich. Every time you see a Sandwich-Board without it you may be sure it belongs to a merchant who skimps his Advertising Appropriation. If he skimps in that, what won't he skimp in? How about the _quality_ of his goods and his _values_? We advertise the High-class Trade, honest advertisers who skimp in nothing to please the public. No merchant can misrepresent his goods through us. We do not Advertise Frauds nor Misers. We could frighten off the Poor Men whose hunger makes scabs of them. We would have the approval of the Labor Organizations and of the thinking public. _But we are for the Law!_ They can join our Union if they wish. There is no Initiation Fee. There is no compulsion to join. They are American Citizens! _So Are We!_ The Tightwad Merchant may not be Dishonest. But-- The Public Must Judge--Calmly. Look for the Ultimate Sandwich in all signs! American Society of Sandwich Artists. H. R., _Sec._ WE NEVER SOLICIT SUBSCRIPTIONS! Andrew Barrett read it. His jaw dropped and he stared at H. R. Then he declared with conviction: "Next to the Gettysburg address, this! WE--NEV-ER--SO-LI-CIT--SUB-SCRIP-TIONS! Where does it all come from?" H. R. solemnly pointed to the ceiling of his office, meaning thereby, like most Americans, heaven. Max Onthemaker looked at him dubiously, the Deity being extra-judicial. Then he shook his head uncertainly. History had told of Peter the Hermit, Mohammed, and others. It was a familiar hypothesis. The public, when it read in the newspapers that these poor men did not believe in killing scabs, but hated tightwads and never asked for subscriptions, unmistakably and unreservedly espoused their cause. The man who skimped was the common foe of the free citizen. They wrote letters to the newspapers. So did the Public Sentiment Corps. To hate tightwads and never to ask for subscriptions were admirable American traits. Christian merchants and even heretics in trade called them Virtues! Big business took the trouble to tell the reporters that this was the kind of labor organization everybody could approve of. It was a check to Socialism. Big business believes in some kinds of checks. The labor organizations could not condemn a union. They said they also were for peace and against the wretches who capitalized the hunger of their fellows. In twenty-four hours the scab-users surrendered! More clippings for Grace. The Society of American Sandwich Artists prudently leased three more offices and prepared for the rush. It came. Orders poured in from scores of merchants. The premises were so crowded with men both with and without sandwich-boards that the other tenants complained.