“I’d print their remarks about The Guardian if I could get ’em,” grinned Jeremy. “They’d be spicy. But of course they won’t admit reporters.”
“What goes on at a private dinner is nobody’s business,” said the relieved official. “So you don’t need to stir up any more trouble for yourself on that score. Some of the smaller German organizations have been passing resolutions about The Guardian. That will cut into your circulation, won’t it?”
“To some extent. But we’re holding up.”
“Just keep your head, Jem, and we’ll be all right,” advised the Governor anxiously. “Don’t forget that we’ve got measures to put through here at home more important than a war four thousand miles away. Harvey Rappelje, of the Economics Department of the University, is working on the Corporation Control Bill now. I’m going to have him talk it over with you when it’s ready.”
“Glad to see him. Speaking of bills, Martin, what do you know of a bill drawn by a bunch of Bellair Germans, to keep Americans off British passenger ships?”
“Nothing. And I don’t want to until I have to.”
“That’ll be soon,” prophesied Jeremy. “I’m going to fight that.”
“I don’t know about that,” doubted the other. “There are two sides to all these questions, remember.”
“There are two sides to the war. Admitted. But there’s only one side to Americanism. And this is a question of American rights.”
“But is it quite fair to our Cause, to endanger it now for an issue that you are n’t called on to meet?”