Chip Off My Shoulder

AN experienced newspaper man, writing in a fine spirit, presents an intimate view of our political history in the last twenty years. His early life in Georgia put him all on the side of the economic underdog. He has had high hopes of political men and measures all the way from Wilson to Roosevelt, and has seen them come to nothing, hut his disillusionments have not moved him either to rancor or to cynicism. He is now confronted by the grave question whether exploitation by a ‘democratic’ State bureaucracy will be less oppressive and ruinous than exploitation by a bureaucracy of economic interests. He makes no prediction about this, but is still hopeful, in a vague Tennysonian fashion, that somehow good will be the final goal of ill. His book is the only one of its kind, so far, and there should be many more of them, for they open the approach to larger questions which are now persistently and culpably shirked. It shows a state of things unspeakably squalid and sordid — well, is that really about as good, after all, as a rational being ever may expect? If so, why? If not, why not? Surely the first step with any problem is to find out what its final terms are; but with this one problem, that is the step we never are willing to take.