atively
no doubt, and made Mr. Baruch talk of himself as the rest of the
great do, modestly, after this fashion: "Behold me! I am what I am
because when I was nine years old I saved nine cents and resolved
then and there always to save as many cents each year as I was
years old. Young man, SAVE!"

There is no fun in being not a wonder but a copy book. And a
perfectly logical mind would flirt with Disraeli warily. It would
say, "One does not at fifty change from business to politics with
success. Disraeli didn't start out in Wall Street. As the Germans
say, 'what will become vinegar sours early.'"

Mr. Baruch slips easily through the three sides of this reasoning.
Life is not logical. Fate is not logical. He is not logical.

He has had his taste of public life under Wilson and he wants more.
I venture to say that he would give every one of his many millions
and be as poor, well, poorer than any member of the present
cabinet, to be in the place Mr. Hughes occupies to-day.

Everyone who knows him has heard him say that when he entered
office he resolved to quit business because he learned so much as
head of the War Industries Board that it would be improper for him
ever to go into the market again. There is more to it than that;
public life has given him a profound distaste for mere money-making.
He wrote to Senator Kenyon the other day that he had not
made a dollar since he went to work for the government. I believe
that to be true for I have found him an extraordinarily truthful
and honest man. He has that desire for public distinction which is
so often characteristic of his race. He has the idealism, a
characteristic also of the race which gave to the world two great
religions. He has the same passion for public service now that he
once had for the market. And he belongs to a race, which, in spite
of all our national catholicity on the subject of races, has never
yet produced its Disraeli in America, and to a party out of power,
perhaps for a long time, and he spent his youth learning a trade
which is not the trade he would follow now.

All of this accounts for his restlessness. He is still youthful and
has enormous energies and no occupation for them. He loves personal
publicity and has an instinct for it, not so keen as Hoover's or
Will H. Hays', but still keen.

Whither shall he turn? To the organization of his party? There he
may buy the right to be lampooned and in the end, if his party
succeeds, to be int