The New York herald., 1921-10-02


and women, that is what he likes. And he
isvery fond of the theatre, where he sees
everything with laugh in it. He will not
patronize the drama of gloom.
One of his secretaries, Sir Philip Sassoon,
has installed a moving picture plant in
his villa at Lympne, on the Channel, where
Lloyd George spends frequent week ends
and where he has several times met Pre-
mier BRAND of France. But Lloyd George
is reported as no fan for the Pickering
celluloid. He says frankly he prefers flesh
and blood drama. He likes people.
He is usually in bed by II and he usu-
ally reads himself to sleep with something
serious. He Is a great reader Of Thu
cydides in the transaction, and he has read
most of the classics in the same way,
though many people still say he is an un-
cultured man. He is in the sense that he
does not read for mere intellectual pleas
ure or for the mere subjective perfection
of his mind. He reads what will be useful
in his great game of politics. and no one
more than he realizes the high value there
of knowledge OF the great minds Of all
the ages.
Failure Weighs Like Pail.
GIorieS in His Success
If ne has personal ambition it is to effect
for the better the destinies of the world
He glories in the tools he uses, the manipu-
lation of men, and he takes his greatest
JOY in sense of something achieved. Fail
ure weighs on him like a pail.
His week ends. from Friday night to
Monday if possible are kept clear of official
engagements, and he usually gets in two
or three eighteen hole rounds of golf. 1t
does not mean that he does not see secre-
taries or members of his Cabinet or thar
he can totally dissociate himself from the
cares of office. AS a matter of fact much
of his thinking and planning is done dur
ing these times. But he gets away en-
tirely from reading and writing.
Aside from these week ends he has not
had real holiday since he became Prime
Minister. With associates cracking physi-
cally under the terrific strain of the last
few years, his friends insisted this fall
that he go to the most inaccessible spot in
the Highlands of Scotland for real rest.
And he went.
But, as Michael Collins said, "the truce
broke out" Ireland and the Cabinet fol-
lowed him to his retreat and before this
probably be in full blast, with all the
panoply of state-meaning the reporters
and the secretariats and the experts instead
of the cloth Of gold nowadays--to spoil the
smell of the heather in his sweating nos
trils. For the Irish Peace Conference will
be no play, even for the man who helped
write the Treaty of Versailles.
But, though he lacks the British phlegm,
he probably has what Is better conserver
of energy, the Celtic facility in that
diversion, which is the truest recreation,
and the Celtic ability to rebound. In fact.
he is not an Englishman, this Lord George.
1t is one reason why he stands out head
and shoulders over his neighbors.
Walk Through Whitehall
Better Thar Long Trip
1t is thus that the three minutes walk
from Downing Street to Westminster,
through teeming Whitehall, is more OF a
relief to him than a trip to Brighton would
be for Arthur Balfour. A round of golf at
Walton Heath--and he is only twelve
handicap player who glories in his duff
fery where other members of Parliament
treat one stroke off their handicap like a
new accession of sanctifying grace through
works round Of golf does him more good
than a season at Cannes would do Lord
Curzon. A swing through the home coun-
ties in his big Rolls car is as much to him
as trip to the heart Of Africa would be to
Winston Churchill.
SO, too, with his friendships. He has a
score or more of cheerful cronies, and
scrutiny fails to reveal one of them surviv.
ing to whose soul the soul of Lloyd George