WHITHER ARE WE DRIFTING? 



perience in his line of work turning, so to speak, 

 upon his own kind, and demanding of them in 

 piercing tones, "Whither are we drifting?" you 

 might be entitled to a feeling of mild surprise or, 

 had you yourself been engaged in voicing that same 

 earnest question, a feeling of a certain exultation. 

 I may confess surprise and elation when in a recent 

 issue of a leading daily I found a signed article 

 by the sporting editor, who very calmly proceeded 

 to hang on the fence the utter and entire hide of or- 

 ganized sport. In short, although himself concerned 

 in a business way with baseball, football, racing, 

 prize-fighting, he hesitated, not to say deliberately 

 that the followers of these sports were of small 

 use to their country, and gave small promise of 

 becoming good examples of American manhood. 

 Brave words! 



It should be the ambition of each of us to be 

 remembered by his fellow men after he himself 

 has ceased to be. Such has been my own ambition. 

 Casting about me for some definite means of attain- 

 ing this post mortem result, I discovered that my 

 own sole title to distinction lay in the fact that never 

 in my life had I seen a game of professional base- 

 ball. So far as I am able to discover, I am the only 

 one of something like a hundred million Americans 

 who can lay claim to this solitary station in life. I 



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