Once only have I encountered Rt. Hon. Arthur Meighen, Premier of Canada
by divine right, not as yet by election. I was the 347th person with
whom he shook hands and whom he tried to recognize that afternoon. His
weary but peculiarly winning smile had scarcely flickered to rest for a
moment in an hour. For the eleven seconds that it was my privilege to
be individually sociable with him, he did his best to say what might
suit the case. He seemed much like a worn-out precocious boy, of great
wisdom and much experience, suddenly prodded into an eminence which as
yet he scarcely understood.