Hughes is the most accessible of men.  The humblest wharf-rustler in Australia hails him by his first name.  A characteristic incident will show the comradeship that exists between this leader and his constituency.

On his last visit to England he crossed over to France to visit the Australian troops at the front.  He was walking through a trench accompanied by General Birdwood, who is Commander-in-Chief of the overseas contingent, and stopped to chat with a group of soldiers who had fought at Gallipoli.  Suddenly a shell shrieked overhead.  A Tommy from Sydney yelled to the Premier: 

“Duck, Billy, duck!”

Here is practical democracy.  Nowhere, in all the varied human side of the war, does it find more impressive embodiment than in the self-made little Australian whose life is a miracle of progress.

Of such stuff as this are the Builders of the British To-morrow!

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