P.E. Yes, that's all very well for you and me, but what about the Chief? How does he reconcile these absolutely conflicting standpoints? And what does the public think of it all?
L.E. (confidentially). Between you and me, the Chief knows his public. And the public knows its papers. The last thing it wants from us is consistency, which is always boring. Besides (still more confidentially), the public doesn't take us quite so seriously as we like to pretend.
P.E. H'm, maybe you're right. As a matter of fact (lowering his voice) I sometimes think I'm a bit of a Socialist myself.
L.E. Really? As for me (conspiratorially), I adore Tennyson, and Ezra Pound fills me with a secret wrath. Still, the public—
P.E. Ah, the public—! Have a drink?
[They pledge each other. Noyes without. They disperse hurriedly.
"In view of the serious shortage of female help, the United Boards of Trade of Western Ontaria have been discussing proposals to encourage the immigration of young women from Great Britain."—Morning Paper.
And have apparently feminized the Province in advance.