after day in those months we saw him growing
grayer and grayer, grimmer and grimmer, with
the fighting lines deepening in his face.

Here was a man 63 years old--a man al-
ways delicate in health. When he came in-
to the White House in 1913, he was far from
being well. His digestion was poor and he
had a serious and painful case of neuritis in
his shoulder. It was even the opinion of so
great a physician as Dr. Weir Mitchell of
Philadelphia that he could probably not com-
plete his term and retain his health. And
yet such was the iron self-discipline of the
man and such was the daily watchful care of
Doctor Grayson, that instead of gradually
going down under the tremendous tasks of the
Presidency in the most crowded moments of
our national history, he steadily gained
strength and working capacity, until in those
months in Paris he literally worked everybody
at the Peace Conference to a stand-still.

It is so easy and cheap to judge people,
even presidents, without knowing the problems
they have to face. So much of the President's
aloofness at Paris, so much of his unwillingness
to expend energy upon unnecessary business,
unnecessary conferences, unnecessary visit-

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