Who should it be?
Then Page turned quickly to the young American.
"Hoover, you're It!" Mr.Hoover made no reply; he neither accepted nor rejected the proposal.
He merely glanced at the clock, then got up and silently left the room.
In a few minutes he returned and entered again into the discussion.
"Hoover, why did you get up and leave us so abruptly ?" asked Page, a little puzzled over this behaviour.
"I saw by the clock," came the answer--and it was a story that Page was fond of telling, as illustrating the rapidity with which Mr.Hoover worked--"that there was an hour left before the Exchange closed in New York.

So I went out and cabled, buying several millions of bushels of wheat--for the Belgians, of course." * * * * * For what is usually known as "society" Page had little inclination.

Yet for social intercourse on a more genuine plane he had real gifts.

Had he enjoyed better health, week ends in the country would have afforded him welcome entertainment.

He also liked dinner parties but indulged in them very moderately.