Let us cross to Ireland for a brief spell. Never did the country look more prosperous. All has the appearance of complete tranquillity. Life is pre-war. There is not any shortage of anything and money simply abounds, and not the paper Fishers. Gold. Yes, we will keep a few pieces to bring back home with us and make our friends jealous. Poverty seems to have vanished., The Dublin beggar was once a byword and the Americans used to go home and tell the most tragic stories about the little bare-feoted children in the streets of even the chief cities. You will now have to look hard for these little waifs, Perhaps it is best not to look for them at all. If the average Irishman th riks you are closely inquiring about anything anywhere, you will probably, when night falls, have a few pieces of lead drilled through you as a deterrent of curiosity.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.