Enough to account for a smile in marble, bronze, or in
whatever metal the human face is made of.
Take the miracle of the War Administration. It was not vanity but
humility, the kind of humility that would have saved Wilson, that
served Mr. Baruch there. He came to Washington out of Wall Street
and Wall Street is always anathema. More than that he came out of
that part of Wall Street which is beyond the pale; he did not
belong to the right monied set there; which is to be anathema with
that part of the community to which Wall Street itself is not
anathema; moreover he had been unjustly accused in connection with
the famous Wall Street "leak." And he entered an administration
which was the center of much prejudice and hatred. Yet he was
modest enough, however, to assume that his personality did not
count, that it was the work to be done which mattered, and that he
could depend upon the friendliness both of the Republicans and of
the great industrial interests of the country to that work if it
should be properly done.
The belief Mr. Wilson has and a much lesser man, Hiram Johnson,
has, that men are thinking exclusively about them personally and
not about the causes they advocate or the measures they propose is
a more dangerous form of vanity than the habit of admiring oneself
audibly. It requires collossal egotism to imagine the existence of
many enemies and Mr.
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