That magnificent character, the British Lion, forgot his Anglican manners last week, got up on his hind legs, and roared right in the face of his U.S. ally. The roar raised a transatlantic gale, but it also vented British vapors which had accumulated during five years of mannerly restraint. Afterward, the Lion felt better. The American objects of his spleen knew a little more about him and perhaps about themselves. British-U.S. relations may even have been improved by the week's exchange. Said the New York Sun: "A steady diet of mutual admiration...
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