ABSTRACT
The business man drops into the House of Commons after the meeting of his firm in Bond Street, Lombard Street, or Oxford Street, and takes a look at it. The trouble is merely in the way men who sit in the House of Commons are selected. The real, deep-seated trouble with the men who sit in the House of Commons is that they like it. The more efficient and practical business men are coming to suspect that the Members of the House of Commons, speaking broadly, do know the will of the people, and that they could express it in creative, straightforward, and affirmative laws if they did. Big Ben boomed down the river, across the pavements, over the hurrying crowds, and over all the men and the women, the real business men and women. The only thing about the House that seemed to have anything to do with anybody was Big Ben.
