It seems to afford a kind of pleasure to this generation to look on itself as the victim of high pressure. We hear much on all sides of the hurry of the time, of the pace that kills, and of the disturbing and demoralizing effects of modern industrialism and commercialism. There is no lack of remedies for the existing order. We are told that we must concentrate, not dissipate, our energies, that we must forsake city life and return to nature in the guise of a $60,000 farm, or at least of a commuter's garden; that we must altogether give up trying to be rich and must rest content with the common lot. It is no wonder that a dazed old lady was heard to remark: "A little while ago we had to live the strenuous life, then it was the simple life, and now it is the equitable life."