which did not begin until a thick,
grizzly man with shrewish, penetrating eyes came in with his party.

"Sir William Mackenzie, late as usual," whispered one. "He never
arrives on time at a public function, often sleeps at a play, and
sometimes when his family invite musicians to his home he plays bridge
in a distant room so as not to hear the music."

"Oh, yes," nudged the other; "but Sir William, you see, owns this film.
It was taken by his own exploration party."

"Oh! Then the last scene will probably be Eskimos laying railway ties."

"Oh, no. Digging up mineral deposits. Iron--Sh!"

It was a wonderful film full of epical energy and primitive beauty;
picturing one of the few kinds of people in Canada that Mackenzie had
never been able to link up to civilization. The room was hung with
costumes, curios and weapons of these folk, all of which were
afterwards presented to the Royal Ontario Museum by Sir William, who
was never enormously interested in ethnology. And that exploration of
the far North was the last act in the complicated drama of William
Mackenzie's great discoveries in Canada.

A study of Mackenzie is useful under the head:

WHAT DID YOU--NOT--DO TO WIN THE WAR?

He was appointed in 1915 on an "Economic Commission" which seems to
have practised a rigid economy on what it did for the country, because
it was never heard of again. However, it was No. 1A of the 46 war-time
commissions, and because Mackenzie was a member it should have a
memorial.

There is one man in Germany something like William Mackenzie, who makes
money almost by magic out of utilities and buys up concerns in other
countries with money which he made in his own. His name is Hugo
Stinnes. Mackenzie is a bigger man and a higher type than Stinnes; but
each man regards his country as a commercial asset to be developed;
each is a wizard of a species of applied finance. For years Mackenzie
was of speculative interest in Canada to people who had never even seen
his photograph. He was the man who had a second headquarters in Ottawa
and a branch office in every provincial legislature except Prince
Edward Island. We almost had Provincial Premiers lullabying to their
Cabinets:

"Hush ye, hush ye, do not fret ye,
The Black Douglas shall not get ye."

Mackenzie seemed to arise about twenty-five years ago from some magic
mountain and to stride down upon the plains with the momentum of a Goth
army. He was a contrac