unprecedented in the history of the world. Kitchener, though not essentially a good organizer, was a man of enormous driving-power. His talents in that respect had stood him in good stead so far in the war. With the aid of a gigantic advertising campaign, he had accomplished marvels in the direction of raising a volunteer army; but "the shells tragedy" was thunderous proof that the Secretary for War had bitten off more than he could chew. Unless things were to go from bad to worse, the all-important question of providing munitions must be taken from Kitchener’s overburdened shoulders and transferred to those of men better equipped in respect of time, temperament and training, to deal with it. The Northcliffe revelations lost none of their sensationalism in presence of Mr. Asquith’s solemn assurances at Newcastle, barely three weeks previous, that Britain’s munition supply, as well as that of her Allies, was entirely adequate. If Northcliffe had suddenly proposed the abdication of the Sovereign, or the demolition of St. Paul’s Cathedral, or the proclamation of a Republic, nothing could have been more cyclonic in its effect than _The Daily Mail’s_ imperious demand for the curtailment of Kitchener’s supreme authority at the War Office, because he had "blundered" with the army’s ammunition. At the Stock Exchange and on the Baltic (the shipping mart) copies of all the Northcliffe papers were ceremoniously burnt. Town councils held indignation meetings, to discuss the advisability of banning them from the public reading-rooms. Super-patriots and Hide-the-Truth zealots rushed to their newsdealers and canceled their subscriptions to _The Times, The Daily Mail_ and other Northcliffe organs. Rival publishers went so far as to suggest that Northcliffe and his editorial staff should be lined up in front of a firing-squad and shot for high treason. Wherever one went, one encountered the most violent abuse of the journalist who had dared to sling mud at the great soldier who was the incarnation of the nation’s hopes and to write "Failure" next to his magic name. _Punch_ epitomized national sentiment in a cartoon showing John Bull patting Kitchener on the shoulder, trampling a _Daily Mail_ under foot, and saying: "If you need assurance, Sir, you may like to know that you have the loyal support of all decent people in this country."