The autobiography of a soap box orator turns out to be well-aimed fun poking which entirely removes importance from socialism. He spouted in its favor for nine years, so he ought to know. The fellow is an Irishman, brought up by a poverty-striken aunt until his thirteenth year, and then transferred to his step-father and mother in England. There, after several false starts, he adopted soap box oratory as a profession. He wanted to play a part in the melodrama of political life, he couldn't get on the stage, so he took this as a substitute. The book is chiefly worth reading for its engaging wit and the keenness of the author. He is not an Irishman for nothing. Not likely to have a wide sale, but an amusing bit of human evidence.