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Britain s Policy Towards the European Community
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 Britain’s Policy Towards the European
Community
Harold Wilson’s apparent volte-face on European Community membership in the autumn
of 1966 has long puzzled commentators and Wilson’s colleagues alike. Based on
interviews, private papers and recently released evidence from the National Archives, this
book provides a fresh interpretation of Wilson’s policy towards the European
Community.
Britain’s policy is analysed between 1964 when Harold Wilson took office, and 1967
when the French President General de Gaulle vetoed Britain’s membership application
for a second time. Britain’s Policy Towards the European Community examines the
rationale behind Britain’s approach, explaining why Wilson launched an initiative for
membership when the French seemed certain to obstruct. Helen Parr considers Wilson’s
handling of the Cabinet, and elucidates Britain’s diplomacy towards the Six, placing
British policy towards Europe within the context of Britain’s foreign policy transition
from a global to a regional role. This book will prove to be essential reading for students
of postwar British history and those interested in Britain’s historical relationship with
Europe.
Helen Parr is a Lecturer in the School of Politics, Philosophy and International
Relations at Keele University. She is also an editor of The Labour Governments 1964–
1970 Reconsidered (Routledge forthcoming).
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Britain’s Policy Towards the
European Community
Harold Wilson and Britain’s world role, 1964–1967

Helen Parr

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To my parents
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 Col. Mann’s name is not even mentioned in
this circular.
Almost every statement made about me in that
circular is a base, malicious falsehood. They are simply
trying to hide their own guilt in a cloud of
slanderous fabrications.
In the November number of “Watson’s Magazine”
appeared an article with the title of “Explanatory.” It
should have been labelled “Defamatory.”
It reeks with venom and lies. Col. Mann wrote
part of it, and DeFrance wrote the balance.
These publications of theirs do me the rankest
injustice.
I have no mailing list of the magazine
which bears my name, and never had one.
Consequently, I am at present powerless to
reach the subscribers and readers of “Watson’s
Magazine.” I have no way of letting them know
the real state of the case.
On account of this very serious
disadvantage, I make this appeal to you:
Pray, inform your readers that I am now
publishing the genuine Watson’s Jeffersonian
Magazine in Atlanta, Ga., of which this is the
first number.
And that in the “Foreword” of this number is
given a full history of my connection with the
New York Magazine, together with my reasons
for quitting.
In the interest of Fair Play, I beg that you do me
this favor.
It is one which, under similar circumstances you
would not ask of me in vain.
 THOS. E. WATSON.

Watson’s
Jeffersonian Magazine.

T H O S . E . W A T S O N,
Editor and Proprietor.

Vol. I. JANUARY, 1907 No. 1

 CONTENTS.

THE BODY-SNATCHERS.
Frontispiece. A. K. Taylor

FOREWORD. Thos. E. Watson 3

Illustrated by W. Gordon Nye.
EDITORIALS. Thos. E. Watson 29
Illustrated by W. Gordon Nye and
A. K. Taylor.
The New Year—Mr. Bryan and
Mr. Watson.—Socialism at War
With Love of Home and
Country—National Finance
Run Mad—As to Hearst—
Ornamental Flag-Poles—
Eastern Insurance Companies
—Abraham Lincoln’s Silly
Biographers—Shoot, Luke, or
Give Up the Gun—The
Dismissal of those Negro
Troops—The Proposed Ship
Subsidy—An Appeal to
Patriotism—Love Licks—After
All, It Depends Upon Who
Owns the Ox.
YOU OLD CONFEDS. Poem. William E. Fowler 50
From The Confederate Veteran.
A SURVEY OF THE WORLD. Charles J. Bayne 51
Illustrated with Portraits and
Cartoons.
ANN BOYD. Serial Story. Will N. Harben 73
Illustrated by W. Gordon Nye.
TWELFTH NIGHT. Poem. Charles J. Bayne 89
Illustrated, from Painting by Jan
Steen.
LIFE AND TIMES OF ANDREW
JACKSON Thos. E. Watson 91
Illustrated by W. Gordon Nye.
THE BLUE CHAMBER. Short Story. Prosper Merimee 105
THE LAKE OF THE DISMAL
SWAMP. A Legend. Jeannette Holly 114
EDUCATIONAL DEPARTMENT. Thos. E. Watson 117
Illustrated by W. Gordon Nye.
BOOK REVIEWS. Thos. E. Watson 123
Illustrated.
A PEEP INTO THE WEEKLY
PAPERS. 125
LETTERS FROM THE PEOPLE. 132
RETURNING THANKS TO MY
FRIENDS. Thos. E. Watson 141
WITTY FLINGS BY THE
PARAGRAPHERS. 148
Published Monthly by
THOS. E. WATSON
$1.50 Per Year. Atlanta, Ga. 15 Cents Per
Copy

Application made for entry as second class matter at Atlanta Ga. Post Office.
 Larger illustration
THE BODY SNATCHERS.
THEY GET THE CORPSE BUT THE SPIRIT HAS FLOWN.

Watson’s
Jeffersonian Magazine.
T H O S . E . W A T S O N,
Editor and Proprietor.

Vol. I. JANUARY, 1907 No. 1

 Foreword.

efore me lies a Thing, bearing on its cover the legend,

“Watson’s Magazine.”
The familiar emblem, the Liberty Bell, is in the center of the space,
and below is the address of
“Watson’s Magazine Company,”
121 West 42nd Street, New York.
Opening this Thing and scanning the Table of Contents, I note the absence of
the name of Mr. Watson, former Editor-in-Chief.
He’s out.
Nor do I see the name of the former Managing Editor, Mr. Duffy.
He’s out, also.
C. Q. DeFrance is still on deck, however, and Ted Flaacke is still Advertising
Manager—with no advertisements to manage.
Then comes a statement of the Contents of the November number. First the old
familiar word, “Editorials,” meets my eyes. But the name of the writer is not
given.
It used to be Mr. Watson. Who is it now?
The Table of Contents does not state.
The Editor is a Man of Mystery. Was he ashamed of his Editorials, or were the
Editorials ashamed of him? Deponent sayeth not—because he doesn’t know.
Everybody else’s name is given, save that of the only man whose name there
was any special reason for giving—to wit, The Editor.
Is this the way they send you into the world, my child? Offspring of my hand, my
heart and my soul—Benjamin of my old age! Is this the orphanage upon which
you have fallen?
Glancing down the list of writers who have contributed to this November
number, I am startled to find the name of Thos. E. Watson.
Who is he, anyhow? Isn’t he the man whom Colonel Mann and DeFrance have
been slandering through the newspapers? Why put his name into this pot?
Curious to see what Mr. Watson may have written for the Thing, I follow the
page reference (103) and find the familiar headline “Educational Department.” This
department was my own creation, primarily intended for the instruction of the
younger members of the family. Under the headline of “Educational Department,”
the Thing puts a list of books.
 Some boy wrote to me last winter asking me to name one hundred books which
would be useful to the general reader. I made out the list, last February, and
mailed it to New York.
In their quandary of dismissing Watson, the man, and holding on to Watson,
the Reputation, they fished that list of books out of the waste-basket and
published it. They signed my name to it.
That’s the only item in the Thing’s “Educational Department.”
Pitiful!
At the very time when they are slandering me in the newspapers, and denying
to me any share in the Magazine which my unpaid labor built up, Mann and
DeFrance have the cynical indecency to continue to use my name as a writer for
their magazine.
Turning to “Letters From the People,” a Department which owes its creation to
me, I find letters praising “Watson’s Magazine.”
The dates are not given. These would have disclosed the fact that the letters
were written before the severance of my connection with the Magazine. The
writers were my friends, and by their letters they had meant to encourage me in
my work.
The cover of the Magazine bears the name

“Watson’s Magazine Company.”

The two individuals who compose this “Company” are Col. W. D. Mann and C.
Q. DeFrance—a very precious “Company.”
Of my Magazine, Mann took half, and DeFrance took half.
By what right?
Concede that Col. Mann was entitled to grab half of the Magazine because of
the money which he had lost through the stupid mismanagement of the Business
Department—where did DeFrance get his right to the other half? He has never done
a lick of work for the Magazine that wasn’t paid for at full price.
Where, then, was his right to seize, under legal form, one half of the Magazine?
I called him from a very modest position in Nebraska, and put him in the office
as my personal and political representative. Starting him at $40 per week, I soon
advanced him to $60 per week—a higher salary than he had ever been paid, by
far. I trusted him, implicitly. To the last moment, I relied upon him, absolutely.
And he betrayed me. Often have I, like other men, experienced ingratitude;
sometimes perfidy—but never have I been stung by such venomous and
unexpected treachery as that of DeFrance.
Let it pass.
* * *
There is another deceptive inscription upon the cover of the November number
of the spurious “Watson’s Magazine.” It is the address,
 121 West 42 Street.
That is not the true address which should be used now. Colonel Mann has taken
the spurious “Watson’s” into the quarters of his Town Topics and Smart Set. You
have perhaps heard of Town Topics. Also of Smart Set. And a mighty smart set it is,
too.
Hereafter, you might as well address all communications intended for the
spurious “Watson’s” in care of Col. Mann’s Town Topics.

THE FAKIR AND THE MANIKIN. COL. MANN AND DEFRANCE VENTRILOQUISING
THE BOGUS “WATSON’S MAGAZINE,” NEW YORK.

Or, if you prefer, in care of Col. Mann’s Smart Set.

Last March the blustering old scamp who rolls around beneath the name of
Colonel W. D. Mann, wanted to remove the genuine “Watson’s Magazine” from
42nd Street over to the Smart Set den.
I declined to let him do it. At that time, DeFrance was still true to me, and he
took the same view of the matter. So anxious was he not to get mired up in Town
Topics mud that he telegraphed me to stand out against Col. Mann and not allow
him to make the removal.
 Tray, the faithful, wanted to keep out of bad company. Tray, the unfaithful, has
now, of his own free will, got into the bad company which he then avoided.
Watch out, Tray.
* * *
The first article in the November number of the spurious “Watson’s” is entitled
“Explanatory.” Most of it had already appeared in Colonel Mann’s Town Topics. The
rest of it bears the earmark of DeFrance.
“Explanatory” was prepared by the present Editors of the New York “Watson’s
Magazine”—Col. Mann and DeFrance. Well aware of the fact that the Public would
not patronize a Reform magazine edited by such a creature as himself, Col. Mann
has rushed into the newspapers with a declaration that he never saw or heard of
“Explanatory” until after its appearance in the November “Watson’s.”
What a shameless falsehood!
Col. Mann and DeFrance fixed up that “Explanatory” mess, and Mr. Gordon Nye,
the artist, was commissioned to take the “Proofs” to Col. Mann for correction.
Mr. Nye, who is now living with me, assures me that he carried these “Proofs” to
Col. Mann’s house on 72nd Street, that Col. Mann read and corrected the “Proofs,” and
that he made certain alterations in the article.
Then Mr. Nye took the Proofs of “Explanatory” back to DeFrance, and delivered
to that person the orders of the real Editor-in-Chief of the New York “Watson’s
Magazine.”
For the real Editor-in-Chief of the bogus “Watson’s Magazine” is Col. Mann,
Editor of Town Topics and Smart Set.
Nice Editor-in-Chief for a reform magazine, isn’t he?
* * *
I am going to give, once for all, a simple statement of the whole transaction,
and then I will try to forget it, in higher, nobler work. Nothing is a more thankless
task than the narration of the events leading to such a climax as this.
* * *
After the national election of 1904, I went to New York to hold a conference
with our National Chairman, Mr. Ferriss, and with other men who had been
prominently identified with our side of the campaign. The conference was held at
the office of Mr. Palliser who had been acting manager of the campaign in New
York. I also wished to confer with Mr. Brisbane, who had long been urging me to
join him in editing the Hearst papers. He had repeatedly written and telegraphed.
A definite offer of $10,000 to edit Mr. Hearst’s morning paper, the American, had
been made. If I had been ready to accept a thousand dollars per month, there is
no doubt that it would have been paid. But while I was powerfully inclined to
cooperate with Brisbane, I did not like to be swallowed up in Hearst. Besides, to
edit a daily paper necessitated my residence in New York, whereas my interests,
as well as local attachments, were too great to make the removal one to which I
could readily gain my own consent.
 While in this uncertain state of mind, Colonel Mann burst in upon me, at my
hotel, in all the glory and pomposity of white whiskers, white hair, wine-colored
face, spotted waistcoat, gold-headed cane, baywindow belly, eyes that looked like
hard boiled eggs, and a voice thick with high-living and constant use.
As I may have remarked before, he looked just like a picture taken out of a
child’s colored picture book.
While he talked to me, I sat there trying to make up my mind as to which he
resembled most, an idealized portrayal of Santa Claus, or of John Bull, or of John
Barlycorn. I finally decided that he would do for a composite photograph of all
three.
This funny looking old chap I had never heard of before. His Town Topics I had
never seen—didn’t know of its existence.
He introduced the purpose of his visit by saying that he had heard of Mr.
Hearst’s proposition to me. If I had committed myself to Mr. Hearst, he had no
more to say; otherwise he had a proposition to submit. Told that I was free, he
outlined his project.
He would finance a great national magazine, if I would edit the same.
Casually and lightly, he mentioned $100,000 as the amount he would risk on
the venture.
With that amount he had made Smart Set “go,” and he did not doubt that a like
amount would make another magazine “go.”
Everything must be in my name—corporation, magazine, signboard, tail-piece
and all. Not being particularly ashamed of my name, I had no objection to this.
Inasmuch as I belonged to a political party which had just demonstrated to its
own satisfaction that it was the most unpopular political conglomeration on the
face of the earth, I imagined that such a fine looking old personage as Col. Mann
—calling himself a Democrat—was afraid he would deface his own reputation by
associating with a political outcast, like me, and that, therefore, while willing to
pocket all the money the magazine might earn, he didn’t want his name to
appear.
Considerate old buck, he wouldn’t hurt my feelings by using the plebeian word
“salary.” The word “compensation” was likewise too vulgar to be applied to my
monthly and yearly stipend. With a rich roll in his deep bass voice, he mentioned
the “honorarium” which I was to receive for my work. My “honorarium” was to be
$500 per month. Besides, my traveling expenses to and from New York were to
be paid.
He emphasized the fact that, under his proposition, I would not have to live in
New York. A monthly visit was contemplated, but never made compulsory, save
upon the summons of the Board of Directors.
 EVEN IF THEY COULD BEND THE BOW, THEY HAVE NOT THE ARROWS.

For several reasons, Col. Mann’s proposition impressed me favorably. First, it

preserved my identity. Second, it left me free to say just what I pleased. Third, it
did not take me away from my home—to which I am tenderly attached. My
ancestors helped to clear the primeval forest off these old red hills of Georgia,
and I love them, as I could love no other land under the sun.
For these several reasons, I practically decided, then and there, to accept Col.
Mann’s proposition. He saw this—being a shrewd old fellow—and did his utmost
to get me to his office, in order that the contract might be drawn up and signed
before I left New York.
But I was not quite so much of a greenhorn as all that. I refused to close the
deal, then, but asked him to send his proposition, in writing, to me in Georgia.
Returning home, I fell sick. Overwork, mental strain, sleeplessness, worry, etc.,
stretched me out. Unable to return to New York after Col. Mann had mailed me
the proposed contract, I decided to place myself in the hands of a friend.
* * *
Dr. John H. Girdner, a native of Greenville, Tenn., had been one of my most
prominent and active supporters in New York during the campaign of 1904.
Previously he had been widely known as the political lieutenant and confidential
friend of Mr. Bryan. Previous to that, he was well known as the family physician
and political follower of Mr. Cleveland.
Having long been a resident of New York, Dr. Girdner seemed to me the ideal
man to represent me in the negotiations with Col. Mann.
The Doctor accepted the trust, and finally sent me the contract for signature.
Some alterations in it had been made. One of these, and the most important, was
the creation of the office of Associate Editor, at a salary of “not exceeding” $4,000
per year. This office was to be personal to me. That is, I could make and unmake
Associate Editors at will, provided Col. Mann did not have to pay them more than
$4,000 per year.
In communicating this feature of the contract to me, Dr. Girdner signified his
willingness to fill that position. It gave me great pleasure to appoint him. Nothing
was ever said by the Doctor or myself concerning the amount that he was to
receive, but he assumed, quite correctly, that it would be proper for him to draw
the full $4,000, and he began to do so.
Not once did Dr. Girdner intimate to me that a business connection with Col.
Mann would disgrace me. How could I suppose that such a connection was
undesirable when Dr. Girdner himself was willing to make it? I am sure that the
Doctor did not know what all the world now knows.
It cost the Colliers $75,000 and months of hard work, to gather up the evidence
which proved what kind of a person Col. Mann is. How could Dr. Girdner know, in
1904, those facts which it cost Collier $75,000 to prove in 1905? The Doctor knew
no more about it than I did—or he would have warned me to keep out, and would
have kept out himself.
When I went to New York in the mid-winter of 1904-5 to organize the
Company, Col. Mann opened another leaf in his book.
He presented a paper containing stock subscriptions to his Syndicate, and
asked me to “come in.” I was fool enough to sign for $2,500.
Had the old scamp not over-reached himself, he would have got me for $2,500,
besides the $9,000 hereinafter mentioned. But he did overreach himself. He had
his man, Daniels, to present another paper for me to sign. It was the lease of the
house we were to occupy, 121 West 42nd Street. The amount was $1,200.
Then, I smelt the rat. I not only refused to sign the lease, but, acting under a
natural revulsion of feeling, I cancelled my subscription to the Syndicate. Had Col.
Mann said a single word against my doing so, I would have cancelled the whole
contract—for the suspicion had then crept into my mind that he was—what I now
know him to be—a grand old rascal.
* * *
Why, then, did I go on with the Magazine?
Because I was fastened. Because I had publicly pledged my word. Because the
contract gave me complete control of the Magazine, therefore Col. Mann could
not hurt it. Me he could hurt; me he did hurt, but the Magazine was, is now, and ever
shall be, above and beyond his reach. Thank God!
The soul of the Magazine was the breath of life which Jehovah breathed into
me; and Col. Mann can no more defile it by his touch than he can defile me.
* * *
I commenced working industriously for the Magazine in December 1904.
Hundreds of letters were mailed from my house every month. Hundreds of
subscribers enrolled themselves and paid their money in advance of the
publication. I paid my own assistants, paid the postage, worked for nothing. It
wasn’t the money that I was after. Col. Mann saw that, and took every advantage
of it.
Not a cent of the small sum that was paid me came out of his pocket. I am glad
to be able to say so.
But while money-making was not my purpose, I could not contemplate with any
satisfaction the prospect of never being able to get anything for my labor. The
Magazine was bearing upon me heavily. The contract only asked 3,000 words per
month of me. After the first few numbers, my task was never less than about
20,000 words
All this work I did with my own hand. Mr. Duffy, the Managing Editor, had a
stenographer. Mr. Flaacke, Advertising Manager, had a stenographer; Mr.
DeFrance, Business Manager, had a stenographer. I am not sure about Mr.
Hoffman and the office boy, Robert, but I guess they had one too. The Editor-in-
Chief was the only member of the staff who had to do his own work.
Finally, the toil became so irksome—especially during the Georgia campaign of
1906, when Everybody and his Uncle and his Aunt were jumping on me—that I
begged DeFrance to allow me six dollars per week for a stenographer. He did so
for several weeks and then quit. In ceasing to help me to this pitiful extent, he
gave me neither excuse nor explanation.
He himself was all the while drawing his $60 per week, for dictating to a
fifteen-dollar-per-week stenographer.
* * *
“Explanatory” alleges that I usurped authority, and began to discharge employes
as though the Magazine were my personal property.
“Explanatory” says that, unfortunately, I was allowed to have my way in a great
many business matters.
The new Editors, Mann and DeFrance, give no specifications.
I will give some.
Into the very first number of the Magazine, Col. Mann inserted a full page
advertisement of some of his nasty “Smart Set” books. When I saw that
advertisement, which had been slipped into the magazine without my knowledge,
Ted Flaacke, Advertising Manager, was summoned to my room, and told that
there wasn’t money enough in New York to buy space in my Magazine for prurient
literature of that sort.
I peremptorily demanded that the filthy thing be kept out, and it was kept out.
It is due Mr. Flaacke to say, that he, himself, had known nothing of the ad. until
the magazine was out.
This was the beginning of Col. Mann’s displeasure. He realized that he could
never make a tool of me—as he is now making of DeFrance.
The Titles of some of those books are as follows:
“An Eclipse of Virtue,”
“Margaret’s Misadventure,”
“Naughty Elizabeth,”
“Sweet Sin,”
“The Ashes of Desire,”
“An Unspeakable Siren,” etc., etc.
Now, it may be that these books are not so bad as their names would indicate
—I have never read them—but Col. Mann meant by these titles, to cater to the
diseased taste for erotic literature. Hence he slipped the ad. in, without notice to me
or to Ted Flaacke. That ad., in our very first number, hurt the magazine seriously. I felt
that Col. Mann had no right to degrade the Magazine by making it a distributor of
vile books, hence my positive instructions to Mr. Flaacke. In justice to this
gentleman, I should say that he agreed with me fully.
Again: Col. Mann placed the Business Management in the hands of a young
coal-dealer who knew nothing whatever about Circulation Management, nor about
Business Management of that kind. He was a most amiable young gentleman and
perfectly honest. I liked him personally, very much. But, unfortunately, he was
addicted to the use of intoxicating liquors—even during business hours—and
frequently attempted to perform the duties when too much inebriated to do so.
Dr. Girdner first called my attention to this, and then DeFrance. Our business
affairs soon suffered so much from the young man’s infirmity, that both Dr.
Girdner and DeFrance suggested that we make a change. I took the matter up
with Col. Mann, who had himself began to find fault with the young man, and the
result was that he was requested to resign.
 CROCKETT MANN AND THE SOCIETY COONS.

DeFrance had wanted the young man’s place, and he got it, with an increase of
salary. It was at my instance that DeFrance was thus advanced.
* * *
Every change made by me was made in the interest of economy, and resulted
in benefit.
I wanted to make other changes, for the same reason.
We paid Mr. Flaacke in salary and expense account, about $5,000 per year, and
never got advertising enough to pay the bill. I wanted to stop that nonsense, and
to put Mr. Flaacke on the commission basis.
I shouldn’t wonder if Col. Mann has, himself, now made that very change.
The Managing Editor was getting $50 per week for doing work which his
assistant, Mr. Hoffman, could, as I thought, do as well. I wanted to put the work
on Mr. Hoffman, and save the larger salary.
I note with interest that Col. Mann has, himself, made that very change.
Thus they, themselves, vindicate me, unintentionally, from the accusations they
make.
 Col. Mann approved every change I made while I was in charge, and he now
makes the other changes for which I contended.
* * *
When Edgerton went out, it had been demonstrated that the Magazine was not
going to “boom” as Colonel Mann had expected, and that economy would be the
law of its life.
Seeing that two offices could be combined, at a saving of $45 per week, I made
the change, after full consultation with Col. Mann at Col. Mann’s house.
As to Dr. Girdner, Col. Mann had kicked at that from the beginning.
From what others told me, I know that Col. Mann vigorously objected to Dr.
Girdner as Associate Editor.
I know that from time to time Col. Mann would inquire, “Does Watson still want
that fellow Girdner?” I myself heard Col. Mann find fault with the Doctor for
putting two signed articles in one number of the Magazine.
And I myself heard Col. Mann say, to me and others, in his own office, “I don’t
believe Dr. Girdner could ever write a good article.”
When Col. Mann asked me whether Dr. Girdner were indispensable to me, I frankly
and truthfully said that he was not. The Colonel wanted to stop that salary. The
Doctor was not willing to let his “honorarium” accumulate on the books. Like a
sensible man, he was insisting upon drawing what was due him.
This was hurting Col. Mann. Hurting him very much. Therefore, after first
ascertaining that I would remain in office, he put Girdner out, himself. As between an
Editor who cashed in his “honorarium,” and one that allowed his to accumulate on
the books, who could doubt which the Colonel would prefer?
It was I who insisted that Colonel Mann pay Dr. Girdner a sum which the Doctor
naturally claimed as compensation for breach of contract.
Dr. Girdner himself should know best why he quit us, and the Doctor has
written me a letter in which he says,
“I resigned the position of associate editor because my salary had not been paid for several
months, and from the methods of the company and the report of its treasurer I did not think it
was likely to be paid in future. Very truly yours,
JOHN H. GIRDNER.”

* * *
“Explanatory” has much to say about my son.
The facts are these:
My son had been under Dr. Girdner’s professional treatment. He soon began to
show a marked improvement, and I realized the helpfulness to my boy of giving
him something to do. He was naturally eager to work with his father. I, therefore,
went to the Business Manager and sought work for my son, just as I would have
done for a stranger.
 I said, both to Mr. Green and Col. Mann, “I don’t know how he will do, or what
he will be worth, but please give him a trial. If he makes good, pay him what the
work is worth. If he does not make good, I will not expect you to keep him, and
you can charge his salary up to me during the time he will have been here.”
That’s exactly the way it was. My son commenced work, and when I next went
to New York all of them told me—and were apparently delighted to tell me—that
he had made good.
From Dr. Girdner down, they all spoke affectionately of him, and declared that
he was one of the steadiest, quietest employes at the office.
As his strength returned, his usefulness increased and I advanced him to more
important and responsible duties than had at first been put upon him.
To encourage my boy, and bring out what was best in him, I did advance him
from time to time. Who will blame me for wanting to make a man out of my only son?
It was my most earnest desire to train my son in journalism, so that he could
take my place when I should have served out my time and passed away:—to that
purpose I still cling with a resolution that nothing can break.
At the time DeFrance and Col. Mann kicked him out, he was doing the “News
Record” and “The Say of Other Editors.” He was doing it well, as the Magazine will
show for itself.
He was being paid $40 per week. This was $10 per week less than Edgerton
had received for the same work.
When I gave my son the place, another position which he had filled acceptably
to the Business Manager, at $15 per week, was abolished. Thus, even at the
highest salary ever paid my son, he saved the Company $25 per week.
I am accused of having mistreated Mr. Edgerton. The facts are these: he was
already working in New York when he applied to me for a job on the Magazine. I
personally requested Col. Mann to take him on. After much hesitation and
seeming reluctance, Col. Mann consented. When reductions of expenses became
necessary, Mr. Edgerton’s weekly salary was reduced to $40. He told me that he
would hold the job until he could get another. I did not think he could render us
very good service in that state of mind, and I therefore relieved him of duty. He
had already made $1,200 out of the job—probably the easiest money that he had ever
earned.
* * *
“Explanatory” says that at a meeting of the Board of Directors in November
1905, I agreed to contribute $5,000 to a fund of $25,000, and then broke my
word.
The facts are these:
After repeated efforts to get some satisfaction out of Col. Mann, I was drawn to
New York in November 1905 by a most positive written promise of his to settle
with me if I would come to see him.
I went.
 At Col. Mann’s house on 72nd Street, there was a gathering of the leading
stockholders and leading employes. As each reported for his own department the
employes were excused, and they went away. Mr. Flaacke spoke his piece and
departed. Mr. Duffy, ditto. Finally the assemblage dwindled down to just me and
the Colonel.
But, before this, Col. Mann had suggested that we raise some money, and
asked me if i did not have some friends that i could prevail on to “come in.” The
suggestion was put out of business immediately. I was in the trap all right
enough, and I didn’t intend to be used as a bait. Then he asked if I would not
continue to work for the Magazine without pay to the amount of $5,000.
I answered, “Yes.”
In that very connection, however, he had stated, again, his intention to pay me
the amount already due, and which he had promised to pay if I would come to
New York.

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THE TOWN TOPICS DEN INTO WHICH COL. MANN HAS MOVED THE BOGUS
WATSON’S MAGAZINE.

But to my amazement he had stated it this way:

“I will pay it, but not now.”
Every one who was present must remember these words.
I said nothing at all in reply, but after all the others had retired, I remained
behind and I reminded the Colonel courteously, of his pledge to pay me when I
came to New York. I asked that he pay me at least half the amount due.
He hung his head, for an instant only, and then, raising a flushed face, told me
he would see what he could do, and give me a reply next day.
He complained of the heavy expense of his recent litigation, alluding of course
to the celebrated Collier-Hapgood Libel Case and the subsequent prosecution of
himself for perjury.
Next day he wrote me a long, sweet, persuasive letter begging me to wait on
him until July, 1906, at which time he would most assuredly pay. It was then that I
did what I should have done at first—consulted a New York lawyer.
Mr. Palliser advised me to make an end of the matter then, and I should have
taken his advice; but I loved my work and my Magazine, and at the last moment I
yielded and let Col. Mann have his own way.
From motives that he is unable to understand or appreciate, I would have
continued the unpaid slave of the Magazine, indefinitely, had not he and DeFrance made
the situation intolerable. I felt my obligations to the subscribers: my pride in the
success of the Magazine which bore my name was deeply involved. This was well
known both to Col. Mann and DeFrance, and they presumed, upon it—once too
often.
* * *
It may be asked why I did not cut loose from the Town Topics gang after the
exposures in the Collier-Hapgood Case. Simply because Col. Mann had nothing on
earth to do with what I regarded as the Magazine, to wit—its policy, its purpose,
its message. That was the life of the Magazine. That, in my eyes, was the Magazine.
I did not want to leave the subscribers in the lurch, nor did I want to abandon a
field of labor in which I seemed to be doing a good work.
Every man who has a purpose in life and who loves his work, will understand
me.
Therefore, when Clark Howell and others jumped on me for being connected
with a person who was being denounced throughout the land as a blackmailer, I
put the case on the strongest ground by saying, “I am the Magazine.” That was
true. DeFrance and Mann were glad enough to have me check defection from the
Magazine by saying it then.
In a very short while they will wish that they had another method, equally good, of
checking defection. The subscribers to the magazine that was mine are not going to
endorse what Col. Mann has done, nor remain with a magazine which he controls
—never in the world.
* * *
If Colonel Mann had not lost his senses, in his haste to grab the Magazine,
name and all, he would have foreseen the utter folly of trying to run the thing in
my name after I had gone out. A new Magazine, under a new name, he could
establish at less expense than he will incur in the vain effort to maintain a Watson’s
Magazine without Watson. A child ought to be able to see that. What possible good
will my name be to him when he himself publishes the statement that I am out?
The name without the man will be a dead weight to the Magazine, as Col. Mann has,
doubtless, begun to find out.
 THEY HAVE A CORPSE ON THEIR HANDS; THE SPIRIT ESCAPED THEIR CLUTCH.

Honesty, in this case at least, should have been his policy. It would have paid
him better in the long run.
Col. Mann rushed into court, got a judgment against the Magazine for $60,000;
and sold it, at Sheriff’s sale, to himself.
He actually had the Sheriff to sell my name, and was ass enough to buy it.
But he didn’t buy me, along with the name, and he didn’t buy the spirit of the
Magazine when he bought the desks, the iron-safe and the trade name.
The most valuable asset, he could not, and cannot reach.
That’s the Good Will, the Reputation, the Demand!
This is the real asset—the only asset worth having.
This asset, in equity and good conscience, belongs to me, by the most sacred
of all titles—the workman’s right to the product of his labor.
Since it is mine, I mean to have it—in spite of all that Col. Mann may do.
* * *
“Explanatory” will seek in vain to convince any considerable number of people
that I quit the Magazine on a mere question of salary.
That is the very thing that I always subordinated to other and higher
considerations.
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