J.M. KEYNES?" I asked him when he brought me
the Bessarabian coffee.
"Mr. KEYNES I not know. He not come here, I zink."
"Or the Treaty of London?"
"I vill ask ze manager."
"Or President WILSON?"
A brilliant smile of illumination lit up his features.
"American, is he not?" he said. "Ver reech, ze Americans."
This saddened me a little. He was not then absolutely complete. There was a
faint tarnish on the lustre of his innocence. He was scarcely perhaps
suited for the League of Nations after all. Lighting an Albanian cigarette
I asked him for my bill.
* * * * *
THINKING ALOUD.
LORD HALDANE _loquitur_.
"Tired of laborious days and nights
Spent on the intellectual heights,
I long to raise and educate
The masters of the future State.
Besides, the people in the plains
Are lamentably short of brains,
And I have even more than KEYNES.
Already in _The Herald's_ page
Am I acclaimed as seer and sage;
Mine be it then to teach my neighbour
To quit the lowly rut of Labour,
And scale the heights of Pisgah, Nebo,
Or some equivalent gazebo,
For even Labour must afford
To keep one competent Law Lord.
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