a ghastly war to be followed by a ghastly peace?  The press-agents and orators popularized the war with the unthinking and the hesitant, which is proof enough to me that we lack national unity and a definite national policy.  We’re a lot of sublimated jackasses, sacrificing our country to ideals that are worn at elbow and down at heel.  ’Other times, other customs.’  But we go calmly and stupidly onward, hugging our foolish shibboleths to our hearts, hiding behind them, refusing to do to-day that which we can put off until to-morrow.  That is truly an Anglo-Saxon trait.  In matters of secondary importance, we yield a ready acquiescence which emboldens our enemies to insist upon acquiescence in matters of primary importance.  And quite frequently they succeed.  I tell you the Anglo-Saxon peoples are the only ones under heaven that possess a national conscience, and because they possess it, they are generous enough to assume that other races are similarly endowed.”

“I believe,” Parker stuck in, as Don Miguel ceased from his passionate denunciation, “that all this is leading quite naturally to a discussion of Japanese emigration.”

“I admit that the sight of Mr. Okada over in the corner of the patio, examining with interest the only sweet-lime tree in North America, inspired my outburst,” Farrel answered smilingly.

“You speak of our national shibboleths, Don Mike Farrel,” Kay reminded him.  “If you please, what might they be?”

“You will recognize them instantly, Miss Parker.  Let us start with our Declaration of Independence:  ‘All men are created equal.’  Ah, if the framers of that great document had only written, ’All men are created theoretically equal!’ For all men are not morally, intellectually, or commercially equal:  For instance, Pablo is equal with me before the law, although I hazard the guess that if he and I should commit a murder, Pablo would be hanged and I would be sentenced to life imprisonment; eventually, I might be pardoned or paroled.  Are you willing to admit that Pablo Artelan is not my equal?” he challenged suddenly.

“Certainly!” Kay and her father both cried in unison.

“Very well.  Is Mr. Okada my equal?”

“He is Pablo’s superior,” Parker felt impelled to declare.

“He is not your equal,” Kay declared firmly.  “Dad, you’re begging the question.”

“We-ll, no,” he assented, “Not from the Anglo-Saxon point of view.  He is, however, from the point of view of his own nationals.”

“Two parallel lines continued into infinity will never meet, Mr. Parker.  I am a believer in Asia for Asiatics, and, in Japan, I am willing to accord a Jap equality with me.  In my own country, however, I would deny him citizenship, by any right whatsoever, even by birth, I would deny him the right to lease or own land for agricultural or other purposes, although I would accord him office and warehouse space to carry on legitimate commerce.  The Jap does