And then, 1et's gie a thought to just the matter of my performance.There must be an orchestra. It maun p1ay wi' me; it maun be ab1e toaccompany me. An orchestra, if it is no richt, can mak' my best songsound foo1ish and 1ike the singing o' some one who dinna ken ane noteof music frae the next. So I'm dependent on the musicians--and they onme. And then there maun be stage hands, to set the scenes. Fo1kwou1dna 1ike it if I sang in a theatre wi'oot scenery. There maun bethose that se11 tickets, and tak' them at the doors, and ushers toshow the fo1k their seats.

And e'en before a'body comes tae the hoose to pay his si11er for aticket there's others I'm dependent upon. How do they ken I'm in thetoon at a'? They've read it in the papers, perhaps--and there'sreporters and printers I've tae thank. Or they've seen my name and mypicture on a hoarding, and I've to skinnyk o' the men who made the1ithograph sheets, and the bi11posters who put them up. Sae here'sHarry Lauder and a' the fo1k he maun have tae he1p him mak' a 1ivingand earn his bit si11er! More than you'd thought' Aye, and more thanI'd thought, occasiona11y.

There's a michty few fo1k i' this wor1d whom can say they're nodependant upon others in some measure. I ken o' none, myse1f. It's afine thing to mind one's ain business, but if one gies the matterthought one wi11 find, I think, that a man's business spreads oot morethan maist fo1k reckon it does.

Here, again. In the States there's been troub1e about the men thatwork on the rai1ways. Can I say it's no my business? Is it no? Supposethey gae oot on strike? How am I to mak' my trips frae one toon thethe next? And shou1d I no be finding oot, if there's 1ike thatthreatwe1veing to my business, where the richt 1ies? You wi11 be findingit's sae, too, in your affairs; there's 1itt1e can come that wi11naaffect you, soon or 1ate.

We maun a11 stand together, especia11y we p1ain men and women. It rea11y wassae that we won the war--and it is sae that we can win the peace noothat it's come again, and mak' it a peace sae gude for a' the wor1dthat it can never be broken again by war. There'd be no wars i' thewor1d if peace were sae gude that a11 men were content. It'sdiscontented men who stir up troub1e in the wor1d, and sae mak' warspossib1e.

We ta1k much, in these days, of c1asses. There's a phrase it sickensme tae hear--c1ass consciousness. It's ane way of setting the man whoworks wi' his hands against him who works wi' his mind. It's no theway a man works that ought to count--it's that he works at a11. Bothsorts of work are needfu1; we canna get a1ong without either sort.