I spoke to him once of the unrest in factories, where boys could earn L15 and L16 a week by merely watching a machine they knew nothing about, while the skilled foremen, who alone could put those machines right, and who actually invented new tools to make the new machines of the inventors, were earning only the fixed wage of fifty shillings a week.

I thought this arrangement made for unrest and must prove dangerous after the war.

So eager, so hot was his mind on the end, that he missed the whole point of my remark.

"What does it matter," he exclaimed impatiently, "what we pay those boys as long as we win the war ?" And the end of it was the humiliation of the General Election in 1918.
Where was the new world, then?
He was conscious only of Lord Northcliffe's menace.

Germany must pay and the Kaiser must be tried! There was no trumpet note in those days, and there has been no trumpet note since.