In casting about for a subject worthy of this occasion it has occurred to me that you may be willing to listen to something that is not new. For twenty years now mankind has been flogged steadily with the whip of selfish ambition, wielded first by war makers and war profiteers and afterward by a succession of interests greedy for wealth or for power. In seeking relief we have travelled farther along the road of civilization than ever before in the same time; but we are feeling the pace, and we find ourselves in strange social, economic, and political surroundings. If I am not mistaken there is an inclination to turn away from selfish competition and from utterly new situations to familiar and kinder things. The art of good writing is one of these familiar, kind things. It is so wholly beneficent that a well known Shakespearean passage might fitly . . .