Painless Tax Requirements
MARCH 01, 1962 by H.P.B. JENKINS
Economist, Fayetteville, Arkansas
When window lights were blinking out
In every shop and store,
Old Kaspar stacked the supper plates
And barred the kitchen door,
While Peterkin and Wilhelmine
Looked at the allegoric screen.
They saw a room where lines of men
With blindfolds on their eyes
Were filing past a row of desks
And whispering replies
To clerks who juggled endless swarms
Of numbers on the printed forms.
"Is that some kind of numbers game?"
The little children cried.
"It is the Federal Income Tax,"
Old Kaspar soon replied.
"A man just tells how much he earns
And signs the finished tax returns."
"But why are all the blindfolds worn?’
"They act as tranquilizers, Pete,"
Said Kaspar with a grin.
"We don’t want folks to be disturbed
By things they’d see with sight uncurbed.’
"An income tax," said Kaspar then,
"With steep progressive rates
Is what the communists prescribe
For these United States.
It wouldn’t do for folks to see
A tax that fills the Reds with glee."
"Does no one ever dare to peek?"
Asked little Wilhelmine.
"A few have peeked," Old Kaspar sighed,
“And broadcast what they’ve seen.
But such Extremists of the Right