|Title||Solution to Your Problems|
|Date||September the 16th, 1893|
Transcript: I told you, Comstock -- you sell 'em paradise, and the customers expect cherubs for every chore! No menials in God's kingdom! Well, I've a man in Georgia who'll lease us as many Negro convicts as you can board! Why, you can say they're simple souls, in penance for rising above their station. Whatever eases your conscience, I suppose.
Location: Between two cages just before boarding the police barge.