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This is a picture of Frankie signing a bill saying that all war manufacturing go through me. And with such manufacturing, I would get most of the money. How grand! As you can tell, I am quite elated. |
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To the right you can see me posing in front of the war production centers that I ran. Some call them sweatshops, I call them perspiration production plants. Has a certain ring to it. And to those who say that sweatshops are crule and inhumane, I ask them how they expect to produce goods, keep costs low, and still come out with a profit? Pay the workers less and less of course! |
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Pictured with me is (l-r) the Queen of England, the King of England and Prime Minister of the Limeys, Winston Churchill. They came to my estate directly from that miserable island of theirs to beg for my products. Since I never pass up a chance to sell, even to snobbish kilt-wearing tea-sippers, I gave them what I could. That Churchill fellow smelled like brandy... |
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Here I am with Frankie in Yalta, Russia. We were there to decide the fate of the new world after th War. How to punish the Krauts, enslave the Japanese and Italians and so on. That salt mining Stalin fellow was a grand chap--but not a capitalist like me! |
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