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Burnham, the ex-Communist, ex-Trotskyite professor who has recently been canonized by Time-Life, is a shrewder, slicker model of this type (top of his Princeton class, always a sharp dresser); his book is smart, superficially cogent, and therefore the more dangerous. His thesis is that the time is ripe for world empire by one power, and that the inescapable conflict is between Russia and the United States. Borrowing handfuls from historian Arnold Teynbee's arbitrary classification of civilizations (what are the criteria for a civilization?), Burnham sees America as the saviour of Western Civilization from the dynamic surge...
Others in the cast include: S. J. Gilman, Jr. '44 as Bertrand de Poulanger, Clyde Eagleton '48 as the Steward, Robert P. Atkinson '50 as Gilles de Rais, Whitley Y. Dresser '50 as Captain La Hire, David F. Wheeler '47 as D'Estivet, Richard Robbins '50 as De Courcelles, Thomas H. Philips '47 as the Executioner, Edward T. Kenyon '50 as Gentleman of 1920, and Robert E. Rockman '46 as Due de Tremouille...
...York by Mike Moran, Ed's grandpa, as big and rugged as Ed is small and quiet. But it was Mike's son, Eugene F. Moran, 75, chairman of the board and Ed's uncle, who chugged the company into big business. An elegant dresser who shocked tugboaters by carrying a cane, he boasted that his tugs could tow anything anywhere. Said he: "Those big ones of ours could pull the Statue of Liberty down to the South Pole and back...
...everlasting Right Thing he represented. Bob always said and did the right thing. He was Tradition: Yale, Harvard Law, handsome manners, a law career with a junior partnership at the end of a long, hard row. Tom was the new thing, the break with all tradition, the sloppy dresser, the fountain of glib ideas that would soon lift him from an underpaid Columbia instructorship to Washington and eminence as a New Deal speechwriter...
...Fortress, ten miles offshore in the Bay of Biscay, the 90-year-old ex-hero of Verdun is still as crusty as ever. In rugged health he spends his days pondering in justice in a large, whitewashed cell furnished with a metal army cot, a dresser, a wooden chair, a kerosene lamp and two clothes presses. Beneath his one barred window is a small round hole which the Marshal is convinced is a peephole. Last month Pétain's jailer added a wicker lounge chair to the meager furnishings, but the prisoner refuses...