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Some solid achievements remain, of course. The American Language (and its supplements) has justly become a classic. Mencken's lively journalistic talents invigorated a generation of practitioners. The American Mercury waged brisk verbal war against Bostonian cultural fuddy-duddyism. The green cover of the Mercury, in fact, was once the badge of the campus intellectual. The views expressed seem far from revolutionary today, but they are more trenchant and readable than Marcuse or Quotations from Chairman Mao Tse-tung...
Under a clear sky and in a cold, brisk wind, the mass of people-estimated at from 250,000 to 500,000- marched fourteen long blocks from the foot of the Capitol to the grassy hill beneath the Washington Monument. The marchers, predominantly under 30, packed Pennsylvania Avenue for three and a half hours and nearly filled the 30-acre hill...
Nixon clearly enjoyed the partisan outing. His arms held aloft to acknowledge applause, his brisk rhetoric-even many of the lines-were part of last year's familiar campaign platform performances. Only one thing had changed: Nixon omitted the two-fingered V-sign with which he had once signaled victory. That has been appropriated by the petitioners for peace in Viet...
...showed a $115 million surplus during the first half of this year. Since the effects of the 1967 devaluation of the pound are just starting to be felt in export orders, Britain probably has a good chance of extending its boomlet so long as world trade maintains its current brisk pace. Wilson, however, must still contend with deep national misgivings about his record and even deeper bitterness among trade unions, whose leaders showed up at the conference as determined as ever to fight his wage restrictions. But for the moment, at least, the party at large was content to hear...
...sets a brisk pace through the long series of events that eventually led to his conversion to Christianity. It was the end of the Great War that disgusted him with a godless humanity. On the night when victory was celebrated in London, Muggeridge saw "for the first time what human beings were like when they cast aside all restraint -shouting, grimacing, flushed in their jubilation. The scene with its apocalyptic flavor," he continues, a trifle apocalyptically, "recalled to me vividly the lurid Dore illustrations in an edition of Dante's Inferno among my father's books." He took...