auctioneer.


It was all organized so that every team had its headquarters, two of
them in each of the three hotels--one upstairs and one down. And it
was arranged that there would be a big lunch every day, to be held in
Smith's caff, round the corner of Smith's Northern Health Resort and
Home of the Wissanotti Angler,--you know the place. The lunch was
divided up into tables, with a captain for each table to see about
things to drink, and of course all the tables were in competition
with one another. In fact the competition was the very life of the
whole thing.

It's just wonderful how these things run when they're organized. Take
the first luncheon, for example. There they all were, every man in
his place, every captain at his post at the top of the table. It was
hard, perhaps, for some of them to get there. They had very likely to
be in their stores and banks and offices till the last minute and
then make a dash for it. It was the cleanest piece of team work you
ever saw.

You have noticed already, I am sure, that a good many of the captains
and committee men didn't belong to the Church of England Church.
Glover, for instance, was a Presbyterian, till they ran the picket
fence of the manse two feet on to his property, and after that he
became a free-thinker. But in Mariposa, as I have said, everybody
likes to be in everything and naturally a Whirlwind Campaign was a
novelty. Anyway it would have been a poor business to keep a man out
of the lunches merely on account of his religion. I trust that the
day for that kind of religious bigotry is past.