Of course there are yellow dogs among 'em, here and there; but the genuine, thoroughbred English man or woman is the real thing--one of the realest things in this world.

So polite are they that not a single English person has yet mentioned our Note to me--not one.
But every one I've met for two days has mentioned the sending of Von Papen and Boy-Ed[26] home--not that they expect us to get into the war, but because they regard this action as maintaining our self-respect.
Nor do they neglect other things because of the war.

I went to the annual dinner of the Scottish Corporation the other night-an organization which for 251 years has looked after Scotchmen stranded in London; and they collected $20,000 then and there.
There's a good deal of Christmas in 'em yet.

One fellow in a little patriotic speech said that the Government is spending twenty-five million dollars a day to whip the Germans.--"Cheap work, very cheap work.

We can spend twice that if necessary.