et the pen and the sword united
in one outfit--what about it? Oh, it's a great show, sure enough. I
used to think government was a plain, plugshot business of trade
statistics, card indexes and ledgers. But I've come to the conclusion
that this old town has to make it a good bit of a social compromise and
a show, or it can't be carried on, no matter who does it."

CONTENTS

THE UNELECTED PREMIER OF CANADA--
RT. HON. ARTHUR MEIGHEN

THE PERFECT GENTLEMAN PREMIER--
RT. HON. SIR ROBERT BORDEN

A POLITICAL SOLAR SYSTEM--
RT. HON. SIR WILFRID LAURIER

THE GRANDSON OF A PATRIOT--
HON. WILLIAM LYON MACKENZIE KING

NUMBER ONE HARD--
HON. T. A. CRERAR

THE PREMIER WHO MOWED FENCE CORNERS--
HON. E. C. DRURY

EZEKIEL AT A LEDGER--
RT. HON. SIR GEORGE FOSTER

A HALO OF BILLIONS--
RT. HON. SIR THOMAS WHITE

CALLED TO THE POLITICAL PULPIT--
HON. NEWTON WESLEY ROWELL

AN AUTOCRAT FOR DIVIDENDS--
BARON SHAUGHNESSY

THE PUBLIC SERVICE HOBBYIST--
SIR HERBERT AMES

THE SHADOW AND THE MAN--
HON. SIR SAM HUGHES

THE STEREOPTICON AND THE SLIDE--
LIEUT.-GENERAL SIR ARTHUR CURRIE

A COAT OF MANY COLOURS--
SIR JOHN WILLISON

WHATSOEVER THY HAND FINDETH--
SIR JOSEPH FLAVELLE, BART.

NO FATTED CALVES FOR PRODIGAL SONS--
HON. SIR HENRY DRAYTON

THE PERSONAL EQUATION IN RAILROADING--
EDWARD WENTWORTH BEATTY

A BOURGEOIS MASTER OF QUEBEC--
HON. SIR LOMER GOUIN

A POLITICAL MATTAWA OF THE WEST--
JOHN WESLEY DAFOE

HEADMASTER OF THE MANCHESTER SCHOOL--
MICHAEL CLARK, M.P.

THE SPHINX FROM SASKATCHEWAN--
HON. J. A. CALDER

A TRUE VOICE OF LABOUR--
TOM MOORE

THE MAN WITHOUT A PUBLIC--
SIR WILLIAM MACKENZIE

THE IMPERIAL BRAINSTORM--
BARON BEAVERBROOK

CONCLUSION

THE MASQUES OF OTTAWA

THE UNELECTED PREMIER OF CANADA

RT. HON. ARTHUR MEIGHEN

Once only have I encountered Rt. Hon. Arthur Meighen, Premier of Canada
by divine right, not as yet by election. I was the 347th person with
whom he shook hands and whom he tried to recognize that afternoon. His
weary but peculiarly winning smile had scarcely flickered to rest for a
moment in an hour. For the eleven seconds that it was my privilege to
be individually sociable with him, he did his best to say what might
suit the case. He seemed much like a worn-out precocious boy, of great
wisdom and much experience, suddenly prodded into a