ramme of the Foundation, with special
reference later to industries of war, and with permission according to
his own stipulation to conduct his researches in Ottawa from which in
the ten years between 1911 and 1921 he has been absent only upon
special occasions. He was in the unusual position of working in Canada
and being paid in the United States, for researches of benefit to the
cause of American industrial relations during the war. His book,
Industry and Humanity, which is the literary form of those researches,
was all written in Ottawa.

These are respectable facts; the only objection to which is that the
full statement of the apologia occupies twelve pages of Hansard and
must have taken at least two hours of Parliamentary time. The original
accusation was a malicious stupidity. The vindication was a
confessional in which the Liberal leader told the House every item that
he knew. Half the number of words would have been twice as effective.

This introduces my second impression of the Liberal leader, two years
after the outbreak of war, at midnight in a baronial farmhouse in North
York, Ont. He had been addressing a political meeting in a
school-house some miles away. There was a golden harvest moon and the
scene from the spacious piazza overlooking the hills of York was a
dream of pastoral poetry. Suddenly motor headlights flared out of the
avenue and from the car alighted the same restless man whom I had met
three years before at the dinner to democracy. In a very little while
we both became so interested in what he had to say that neither of us
cared to go to bed.

Next day I found him still more interesting. He spoke with bubbling
frankness and uncontrolled fervour about many things and certain
people, chief among whom was John D. Rockefeller, Jr. He described the
young magnate's trip into Colorado during a recent great strike, an
itinerary planned on purpose that the son of John D. Rockefeller might
get a first-hand knowledge of what conditions actually were, what the
labour leaders thought, and what sort of people they might be. With
graphic interest he described the young financier's reception by the
miners, the speech he made, the big dance in which he took part, the
camps and mines he visited; a picture of capital conciliating labour
such as seldom comes to notice outside the pages of a novel. He made
no effort to eulogize himself. He was absorbed in generous admiration
for the other man an