At the letter from the Tax Board to the local boards of review might have been boiled down to this: "You do your full duty and then we'll decide whether you are to keep your job or not."

Progressive is the call to "the patriotic men and women of America" to hold a new National Convention of the Progressive party, just issued by John M. Parker, who was the nominee for Vice President of the convention held in Chicago in June. It is pathetic because it is so utterly hopeless. As a political organization, the Progressive party, dead beyond the possibility of reviving.

When, in Mr. Parker's words, "The Pull Moose led his loyal followers into the wilderness and there deserted them, he bit them to die—as a party. No one knew that better than the Pull Moose himself knew that his treachery had given the Progressive party the deathblow. Many members of the party fully realize it, too, and will decline to respond to Mr. Parker's call. The vast majority resent the attempt of the Pull Moose to deliver them, tied hand and foot, to the Republican camp, and such of them as will support Mr. Hughes will do so in spite of the Colonel.

Many others will enlist themselves in the ranks of the party to which their ideals must draw them, and will support Mr. Wilson. In any case, the Progressive party is dead.  Slain by the hand of its trusted leader. 