down; the only work he does better is to put up others in their place, and before them he prostrates himself utterly. He is full of the virtues and weaknesses of a man who is still growing. He cannot be ignored, for when he is aroused, he is dangerous. Scorned by many, he often forgets that his worst enemy is the man who stands on his shoulders in order to be seen.
This 'man in the street' is an important, interesting fellow. Though the world does not always recognize his worth, there could be no world without him. His heart is not far from being in the right place; he knows what it is to give his scant pennies for the building of a college, and to endeavour to provide a better chance for his children. He is a man, though not famous, who will often be found among the heroes of the hidden places.
It has been said more than once that he is not to be seen among the high and mighty. The level ground is where he dwells, and he enjoys neither reputation nor praise. Nevertheless, we have taken care at least once to accord him an honourable place in the company of the nation's great. At Westminster Abbey in London — the burial place of the famous — the tomb of the unknown soldier is to be seen. He is 'the man in the street', and he was never found in a more dignified spot. Whatever else is said about him, when the call comes he can die as well as the next man.
Dydd Calan ( Foyle, 1921)
T. Gwynn Jones
Old Dent, that's what we all called him, always, because none of us had ever seen him wearing a hat that didn't have a peculiar dent in it. I used to have difficulty understanding how he was able to make exactly the same kind of dent in every hat he wore. But I came to understand later. He never bought a new hat, I'm sure of it, all the eight years I lived in the district.
He was the son of a well-to-do farmer, and the family lived in one of the most fertile valleys of North Wales. His father belonged to that