This would make the Order strong enough to insure a home and an education for all children left destitute by the death of members.

In fancy I again beheld the vision of long trains of lodge men going to their yearly meeting, but this time, in a city of their own building, and over the gateway to this red-roofed town I saw the legend: THE CITY OF HAPPY CHILDREN But alas for dreams! Any one can have them, but their realization is not always possible.

The men in the Moose before me had fought vainly for these high ideals.

At the end of my first year as director general I had not made one-tenth the progress I had hoped for.

Figuring on the rate of progress I was making, I saw that a lifetime would be too short to accomplish anything.