XIV 

 WHITHER ARE WE DRIFTING? 



II ME was when any well-ordered country 

 journal yea, even any self-respecting 

 metropolitan sheet felt it obligatory now 

 and then to demand of its readers, in piercing edi- 

 torial tones, "Whither are we drifting?" No doubt 

 a great many of our journals have discovered divers 

 and sundry directions in which we are drifting, 

 although it is not of record that the drifting has 

 appreciably been stopped. We still drift, but some- 

 how, in haphazard and careless fashion, manage to 

 make some sort of port every once in a while. 



All nations have at times serious moments of 

 self-search and self-depreciation. It is something 

 like the old spring treatment of sulphur and mo- 

 lasses. If it does not do any particular good, at 

 least it does not do any particular harm. 



More than once, when witnessing certain tenden- 

 cies in modern sport in this or that commercialized 

 form, I have felt impelled to demand in piercing 

 tones, "Whither are we drifting?" So far as can 



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