(See front cover.)
Last month, an unmirthful man smiled mechanically for photographers, took off his hat and put it on again, glanced with interest at New Jersey's Palisades, and walked down the gangplank of the Homeric to Manhattan. From beneath his drooping mustache, he mumbled that "only suffering came from the World War." He then hastened to take a train for Toronto, where he knew that more newsgatherers, more photographers, would make progress difficult. For to no great city of the world could Alfred Moritz Mond, first Baron Melchett, come unobserved, unheralded.
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