The Forum, Volume 40Lorettus Sutton Metcalf, Walter Hines Page, Joseph Mayer Rice, Frederic Taber Cooper, Arthur Hooley, George Henry Payne, Henry Goddard Leach Forum Publishing Company, 1908 Current political, social, scientific, education, and literary news written about by many famous authors and reform movements. |
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Página 119 - American goods entering their markets, and the minimum to represent the normal measure of protection at home; the aim and purpose of the Republican policy being not only to preserve, without excessive duties, that security against foreign competition to which American manufacturers, farmers and producers are entitled, but also to maintain the high standard of living of the wage-earners of this country, who are the most direct beneficiaries of the protective system.
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