But what does our national man-power turn on? It turns on people's knowing and knowing in the nick of time, a man when they see one. Man-power in a democracy like ours turns on having inventors, bankers and crowds act together. Sometimes banks hold things back by being afraid to cooeperate with inventors or men of practical imagination. This is called conservatism. Sometimes it is the crowds and laborers who hold things back by being afraid to cooeperate with leaders or men of imagination. But the fate of all classes turns upon our having men of creative imagination believed in by men who furnish money, and believed in by men who furnish labor. The idea of the Look-Up Club is that men of creative imagination shall be got together, shall be made class-conscious, shall feel and use their power themselves and put it where other people can use it. How much time and how many years of producing-power would it have saved America if Alexander Graham Bell had known or could have had ready to appeal to, America's first hundred thousand picked men of imagination, when he was trudging around ringing doorbells in Boston, trying to supply people with imagination enough to see money in telephones? If William G. McAdoo, when he had invented with his tunnels, a really great conception of the greater New York, and was fighting to get people in New York to believe in it, and act on it, had had an organization of one hundred thousand picked men of imagination in the nation at large to appeal to--one hundred thousand men picked out by one another to put a premium on constructive imagination when they saw some, instead of a penalty on it, how much time would it have saved New York and saved McAdoo? How much time would a national Club like this save this nation to-day and from now on in its race with the Germans? Why should our men of practical creative imagination to-day waste as much time running around and asking permission of people who had none, as McAdoo had to? * * * * * If a hundred thousand silver dollars--just ordinary silver dollars--were put together in a row in New York on a sidewalk, everybody going by would have imagination at once about the one hundred thousand silver dollars and what could be done with them. But put one hundred thousand picked men--or men of exceptional power together in a row in New York--and why is it everybody is apt to feel at first a little vague and troubled about them, stands off around the corner and wonders what can be done with one hundred thousand immortal human beings? I wish people would have as much imagination about what could be done with one hundred thousand fellow human beings picked out and got together from the men of this nation, as they would have about one hundred thousand silver dollars.