Most university presidents, secure in the cloistral detachment of their office, let their dignity fatten in silence, and save their wind for civic holidays, feasts of the church and times of national disaster. Magazine editors, moved by a similar but perhaps sincerer humility, often preserve the newspaper tradition of anonymity. But when a man achieves great eminence he shatters these conventions even as a growing lad might burst by stout activity the short breeches that fitted him so well a year before. So it is with Glenn Frank, onetime editor of the...
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