[…] our incompassion to our brethren miserably wasted with war and famine in other parts of the world […]

It was flood-tide along Fifth Avenue; motor, brougham, and victoria swept by on the glittering current; pretty women glanced out from limousine and tonneau; young men of his own type, silk-hatted, frock-coated, the crooks of their walking sticks tucked up under their left arms, passed on the Park side.

It appears, however, that the treaty is still unratified and that the minister has no authority to surrender the territory.

You got rinsed.