there would be a "truly imperial parliament in London--one that would
represent not only the three kingdoms but the whole empire."[7] Instead he
went on:

"The Unionist party stands for improved social legislation."

"What aboot old age pensions?" and "Why didn't the Unionist party vote for
working-men's compensation, Major Muir?"

As he was preparing to drive away from the booing crowd, one of his
supporters began to distribute dodgers. I had two in my hand when the
small, pale-faced man with the jaw applied a match to them, and cried out
as they flared in my hand:

"That's what we do with trash."

Who won? When the election returns were made public in June, they read:
Major Moore, 7,549; Hanna, 8,714.

Laying the ghost of Carsonism by the permanent settlement of the Irish
political question was attempted last spring. It was then that Ulster labor
backed the rest of the Irish Labor party at Berne when it asked for the
"free and absolute self-determination of each and every people in choosing
the sovereignty under which they shall live."

THE SINN FEIN BABY IN BELFAST

The pacific endeavors of the high cost of living are greatly aided by the
natural kindliness of the people. I think I have never met simpler charity
to strangers. For instance, in the little matter of appealing for street
directions, I found the shawled women and the pale men would go far out of
their ways to put me on the right path. Even when I inquired for the home
of Dennis McCullough, they looked at me quickly, said: "Oh, you mean the
big Sinn Feiner"? and readily directed me to his home.

In the red brick home in the red brick row on the outskirts of the red
brick town of Belfast, Mrs. Dennis McCullough, daughter of the south of
Ireland, gave testimony that the goodheartedness of her neighbors prevails
over their prejudice even in time of crisis. Her husband, a piano merchant,
has been in some seven prisons for his political activities. He had told of
plank beds, of food he could not eat, of the quelling of prison outbreaks
by hosing the prisoners and then letting them lie in their wet clothes on
cold floors. He had spoken of evading prison at one time by availing
himself of the ancient privilege of "taking sanctuary": he went to the
famous pilgrimage center of Lough Derg, and though no sanctuary law
prevails, the military did not care or dare to violate the religious
feelings of the inhabitants by seizing him there. And then he had to