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"The real turning point, Mr. Robertson, if we can put our finger on one,
is where the majority of the people recognized the folly and evil of
poverty--and saw it to be a thing of our own making. We saw that our
worst poverty was poverty in the stock--that we raised a terrible
percentage of poor people. Then we established a temporary Commission on
Human Efficiency, away back in 1913 or 14----"
"Thirteen," put in Mr. Pike, who sat back listening to Dr. Harkness with
an air of repressed superiority.
"Thank you," said the eminent sociologist courteously. "These young
fellows have it all at their fingers' ends, Mr. Robertson. Better
methods in education nowadays, far better! As I was saying, we
established a Commission on Human Efficiency."
"You will remember the dawning notions of 'scientific management' we
began to have in the first decade of the new century," Mrs. Allerton
quietly suggested. "It occurred to us later to apply it to
ourselves--and we did."
"The Commission found that the majority of human beings were not
properly reared," Dr. Harkness resumed, "with a resultant low standard
of efficiency--shockingly low; and that the loss was not merely to the
individual but to the community. Then Society stretched out a long arm
and took charge of the work of humaniculture--began to lift the human
standard.
"I won't burden you with details on that line at present; it touched but
one cause of poverty after all. The false theory of industry was next to
be changed. A few farseeing persons were already writing and talking
about work as an organic social function, but the sudden spread of it
came through the new religion."
"_And_ the new voters, Dr. Harkness," my sister added.
He smiled at her benevolently. A large, comfortable, full-bearded, rosy
old gentleman was Dr. Harkness, and evidently in full enjoyment of his
present task.
"Let us never forget the new voters, of course. They have ceased to be
thought of as new, Mr. Robertson--so easily does the human mind accept
established conditions. The new religion urged work--normal,
well-adapted work--as _the_ duty of life--as life itself; and the new
voters accepted this idea as one woman.
"They were, as a class, used to doing their duty in patient industry,
generally distasteful to them; and the opportunity of doing work they
liked--with a sense of higher duty added--was universally welcomed."
"I certainly remember a large class of women who practiced no industry
at all--no duty, either, unless what they called 'social duties,'" I
rather sourly remarked. Mrs. Allerton took me up with sudden heat:
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