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. many of you do. Others have spoken here about avoiding zero-sum.
    “I win/you lose,” strategic, though, in speaking for your man, from time to time, we must . . . aaaand, we know, from, as an exercise, your: At the strike, during the strike, given intransigent behavior on the owners . . . with Rothstein, and with the Grand Jury: to represent cogently, concisely, as Churchill said: “Muster your arguments upon one side of a sheet of paper.” To determine.
    One: what it is that my client wants. And, again, to employ, as we heard yesterday, the Method of Parameter . . .
    Two: how do I Get It?
    Or, ‘f you will: tactics and strategy.
    Now: also: for each one of you . . . and I'd like a paper . . .
    During the strike, the proposed strike, and, after the scandal, to present and defend Comiskey's position as the owner of the club.
    A questioner on the floor raises his hand .
    Yes.
    Questioner: Was the club wholly owned?
    Joe: Wholly owned by Comiskey. Yes.
    Another Questioner.
    Questioner II: How long should the paper be?
    Joe: You're representing a man. How long should your fight be? ( Pause. )
    The Romans had a law, the name of which now escapes me, and you've heard of it before, that the test, the prime
    test of negligence in agency was this: put as a question to a reasonable man, eh? Did the agent prosecute his client's interests better than he would have acted for his own. The name of that law was?
    Man in hall: Lex agencia.
    Joe: Thank you. Mr. Sloan . . . ?
    Joe retires to his seat, another man takes his place at the podium.
    Sloan ( Pause ): When we get home we will find things have changed. At once, at once things change and our view of them alters. So that a Static State is an illusion.
    Many will say “Where have you . . . where have you been?”
    The rage that they feel at not having been there will express itself in . . . doomed to loneliness, then, many will deny the fact of love. If you will. In Australia we heard that returning troops, taunted with innuendos of our own men opened fire on them.
    Men from the Great War. Sitting in a garden, Years, or thought they did . . . remembering what? Our own George Patton, who slapped that Jewish Boy . . . your wives . . .
    Your . . . on return, who would cry “Embrace Me.” Or “Share your thoughts with me. Share . . . your innermost being.”
    In a happier time.
    Governed by Code.
    A man would compartmentalize his life. Now: in a world ruled by war. Vast and horrific weapons, they tell us, loom on the horizon. Huge bombs capable of destroying a City Block. We have seen gas, and the machine gun, and tanks. ( Pause .) And armored . . .
    Once, arms swathed, a faceplate, young men fought for Honor. In the Dueling Schools, and once, in Japan, where day and night, wrong and right, a man and his State, his God, his conscience were distinct . . . but not now. And when you go home you will find things have changed.
    Be of good faith with your faith. Trust in God.
    The things which you see, which transpire, are real. Though they are frightening, and we may say that you are the apparition. As you are. Locked in a prison. Locked . . . one day as any day the concerns of that day obliterate . . . remember: at your death you will say happiness was just those days. Friendship, comradeship, camaraderie, love, competition . . . in an orderly . . . this saying: What is constant in the world? I am.
    A pause. He takes his seat. The M.C. stands behind the podium.
    M.C.: Thank you. ( Pause .) Thank you. ( Pause .) I think that's . . . oh! We have ann . . . ?
    Assistant: Yes.
    M.C.: We have announcements.
    Assistant ( Stands at his place ): Several of you have asked about the picnic.
    You are free to bring whomever you like. They need not . . .
    M.C.: . . . the price includes the . . .
    Assistant: . . . yes. The price is for you and a friend. You must . . .
    M.C.: . . . any friend, that would be . . .
    Assistant: . . . your wife, your sweetheart. A friend, an acquaintance, any . . . but