From the houses of prostitution in the levee districts, from the "houses of call," the "flats" and other disorderly places, numbering 1,000, figuring on the basis of fifty dollars a month, the beer graft to the over lords is $600,000 a year. That is the price that the minions of vice pay for the privilege of violating the municipal laws, of taxing vice to its last strength, of murdering the women who must promote the vicious industry! THE INVESTED VICE CAPITAL. The over lords, cunning and commercial to a degree, have never lost an opportunity to grow dollars from cents. Realizing that the breweries made golden harvests from their privileges of monopoly, the vice kings sought to extend their power to these corporations. They did it by practically buying the breweries! Three of the politicians who are members of the Directorate of Ten--the graft spirits of Chicago's underworld--have profit-yielding interests in breweries that serve levee trade. In this way the over lords have another source of swollen income. Nothing escapes from their talons. In the levee resorts large quantities of cigarettes are sold daily. Again the vice masters seek out and gain the gold. One member of the all powerful Directorate of Ten has a controlling interest in the agency of a certain brand of cigarette. Every effort is made in the vice districts to sell this cigarette because the vice lord has commanded that it be disposed of. THE PROSTITUTE AND THE "CADET." In the ante bellum days when slavery flourished in the South, the blacks were directly ruled over by foremen who goaded them on at their tasks of making dollars for the plantation lord until they found welcome rest in death. The modern slave is the prostitute. She, too, must have a boss to urge on her tired body to make more dollars for her masters, to keep up the constant stream of graft to the Vice directorate, to boost the earnings of such industries as in turn pay a tribute to the great trust. The boss of the miserable outcast woman is the "cadet." That low species of perverted human, crunching on the few morsels of food thrown at his feet from the well-heaped table of vice, is also known as "mack." History has given him the name of "pimp." The pickpocket, the burglar, the safe cracker, even the murderer, command more respect--we say respect for lack of a better term--than do these human, creeping, craven parasites. They are the real slave-men; the lowest form of the Vice Trust's vassals. Among these men are also the men who first destroyed the sacred chastity of the women over whom they now rule. Nothing is sacred to them; nothing good; nothing inviolable.