Emerson says that every institution is the lengthened shadow of the kanoop that started it, and we are not mentioning this just to show how clubby we are with Ralph’s sayings, but to clear up any outstanding doubt that the institution of which Alfred William Clerkmind is the head and front, and coat, pants and collar-button, reflects in every detail the spirit of the big, broad, ruddycheeked Captain of Industry that steers it. An idea might walk into that Works and hang around for six months, and not a man in the whole outfit would invite it to come in and sit down. The most important business of the week that any of the inmates has on his mind is how to get the shirt back from the Chinaman’s in time for the Saturday night dance at the Commercial Ath-a-letic Club. We started this story with the intention of showing how Alfred William Clerkmind finally made a trip to Kankakee and broadened out. But he can’t seem to make up his mind which train he will take, and in the meantime the space alloted to us for this story has run out. So we can only say in closing that no business can expect to wax international when the Chief Executive is carrying around with him the same cow-licked sky-piece that he used when he was bowlegging up the street with the morning’s mail in a sack. _Lesson for Today:_ As one grows older, the head should change inside as well as outside. HOT SKETCH NO. 21 THE WAR WINNING PATRIOTEER HE WAS paunchy and broad-beamed and looked like one of Artist Young’s skippers of industry. The top of his dome was mercerized but there was a sturdy little hedge of auburn stubble running west of a line drawn parallel with the top of his right listener. This served as a dam to catch the honest perspiration from running down on his Henry Clay collar. It also gave him something semi-tangible to comb in the mornings. His full-orbed jowls were decorated with auburn fenders, parted in the middle and severely orthodox in their general behavior. Naturally, with this trimming, he was long on civic righteousness, religious rallies and other pillar activities. He was one of those opulent American industrial successes that point with their thumbs, believe that woman’s place is the home, and go in and out of an elevator square across, regardless of wedged-in humanity. Perhaps the most dominant of his virtues was his high-pressure patriotism. When it came to patriotic oratory he had Patrick Henry looking like a gaping neutral. It was only logical, therefore, that he should have become a most fearless and forensic advocate of Preparedness as soon as the word was coined. And he did become that same, as hereinbefore itemized. In 1916, when California decided to elect President Wilson, this popular pusher for Preparedness was wild with indignation, and tore out his luxurious side whiskers by the fistful, and jumped up and down on his little malleable derby.