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"
Don
’
t
despair
!
Don
’
t
give
up
!
"
said
official
broadcasts
on
December
15
,
and
on
every
day
thereafter
,
"
We
will
reach
an
agreement
with
John
Galt
.
We
will
get
him
to
lead
us
.
He
will
solve
all
our
problems
.
He
will
make
things
work
.
Don
’
t
give
up
!
We
will
get
John
Galt
!
"
Rewards
and
honors
were
offered
to
applicants
for
managerial
jobs
—
then
to
foremen
—
then
to
skilled
mechanics
—
then
to
any
man
who
would
make
an
effort
to
deserve
a
promotion
in
rank
:
wage
raises
,
bonuses
,
tax
exemptions
and
a
medal
devised
by
Wesley
Mouch
,
to
be
known
as
"
The
Order
of
Public
Benefactors
.
"
It
brought
no
results
.
Ragged
people
listened
to
the
offers
of
material
comforts
and
turned
away
with
lethargic
indifference
,
as
if
they
had
lost
the
concept
of
"
Value
.
"
These
,
thought
the
public
-
pulse
-
takers
with
terror
,
were
men
who
did
not
care
to
live
—
or
men
who
did
not
care
to
live
on
present
terms
.
"
Don
’
t
despair
!
Don
’
t
give
up
!
John
Galt
will
solve
our
problems
!
"
said
the
radio
voices
of
official
broadcasts
,
traveling
through
the
silence
of
falling
snow
into
the
silence
of
unheated
homes
.
"
Don
’
t
tell
them
that
we
haven
’
t
got
him
!
"
cried
Mr
.
Thompson
to
his
assistants
,
"
But
for
God
’
s
sake
tell
them
to
find
him
!
"
Squads
of
Chick
Morrison
’
s
boys
were
assigned
to
the
task
of
manufacturing
rumors
:
half
of
them
went
spreading
the
story
that
John
Galt
was
in
Washington
and
in
conference
with
government
officials
—
while
the
other
half
went
spreading
the
story
that
the
government
would
give
five
hundred
thousand
dollars
as
reward
for
information
that
would
help
to
find
John
Galt
.
"
No
,
not
a
clue
,
"
said
Wesley
Mouch
to
Mr
.
Thompson
,
summing
up
the
reports
of
the
special
agents
who
had
been
sent
to
check
on
every
man
by
the
name
of
John
Galt
throughout
the
country
.
"
They
’
re
a
shabby
lot
.
There
’
s
a
John
Galt
who
’
s
a
professor
of
ornithology
,
eighty
years
old
—
there
’
s
a
retired
greengrocer
with
a
wife
and
nine
children
—
there
’
s
an
unskilled
railroad
laborer
who
’
s
held
the
same
job
for
twelve
years
—
and
other
such
trash
.
"
"
Don
’
t
despair
!
We
will
get
John
Galt
!
"
said
official
broadcasts
in
the
daytime
—
but
at
night
,
every
hour
on
the
hour
,
by
a
secret
,
official
order
,
an
appeal
was
sent
from
short
-
wave
transmitters
into
the
empty
reaches
of
space
:
"
Calling
John
Galt
!
.
.
.
Calling
John
Galt
!
.
.
.
Are
you
listening
,
John
Galt
?
.
.
.
We
wish
to
negotiate
.
We
wish
to
confer
with
you
.
Give
us
word
on
where
you
can
be
reached
.
.
.
Do
you
hear
us
,
John
Galt
?
"
There
was
no
answer
.
The
wads
of
worthless
paper
money
were
growing
heavier
in
the
pockets
of
the
nation
,
but
there
was
less
and
less
for
that
money
to
buy
.
In
September
,
a
bushel
of
wheat
had
cost
eleven
dollars
;
it
had
cost
thirty
dollars
in
November
;
it
had
cost
one
hundred
in
December
;
it
was
now
approaching
the
price
of
two
hundred
—
while
the
printing
presses
of
the
government
treasury
were
running
a
race
with
starvation
,
and
losing
.
