A nice long table, with mother at one end and father at the other, is just right for a family of nations. Mother can wheedle, if little Miss Venezuela won't behave about her oil. Father can cough or threaten, if Master Bolivia kicks under the table again at Master Paraguay. Fortunately for the peace of the Americas, just such a family table stands perpetually in the white marble Pan-American Building, at Washington; and there, last week, mother and father dished up a piping dinner for all 20...
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