An ex-private soldier in a shiny blue serge suit stood in the House of Lords last week and, grinning, plumped himself down on the woolsack, the oblong red cushion. traditional seat of the Lord Chancellor of Britain, and, next to the throne, the most honorable sit-spot in the empire.*
"This is the greatest moment of my life," said he. "I have heard of the House of Lords all my life, and here I am in it."
Chauffeurs, colonels, farmers, and a few noble lords, laughed and patted him on the back. Three hundred and twenty-one...
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