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If the United States is ever visited by a second Alexis de Tocqueville or another Lord Bryce, he will find

BRASS TACKS

This man Roosevelt has a miraculous talent for pushing Southern Senators to the verge of frustration. Ever since Jeanette Rankin

THE BOOKSHELF

In the ninety-six years since the publication of their "Manifesto," the school of political economy founded by Karl Marx and

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With its December issue, the "Guardian" suspends publication for the duration of the war. That decision, forced upon the editors

BRASS TACKS

The futilities and the dangers of holding that "social reform can wait until after the war" are amply demonstrated by

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After a year of wartime publishing and a shift in policy, the editors of "Threshold" have decided to devote all

THE BOOKSHELF

Historians of American business have consistently elected to follow one of two extreme paths. They have either been disciples of

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Christopher Marlowe wasn't thinking of the Guardian when he remarked in 1588 that one often finds "infinite riches in a

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A visit to the Plymouth sometime in the next few weeks can be justified on the grounds both of entertainment

THE BOOKSHELF

Some writers, as representatives of groups whose influence is more than proportionate to their numbers, deserve attention whenever they publish

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With the seventh issue of its regular publication, International Student Service proves that the excellence of its recent copies was

THE BOOKSHELF

If you have a friend of the "let's-not-worry-about-peace-until-we-win-the-war" school, Professor Carr's latest work is the best obtainable antidote. If he

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In its final number, the 1941-42 Guardian Board again has wisely chosen the policy of printing articles dealing both with

THE BOOKSHELF

Thirty-three months of war have brought forth a stream of books concerned with the problem of reconstructing a shattered Europe.

THE CRIMSON PLAYGOER

Following a rather slow act of 40 minutes of dull wit and duller love making, Noel Coward, with the entrance

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