PALESTINE*
Hale and hearty at the age of 76, Arthur James Balfour, Earl of that name, descended from his bedroom one bright foggy morning into his electrically lit study in his electrically lit house in Carlton Gardens, London. He sank agedly into a chair before his writing desk, took up a bunch of letters, sorted them, opened a cablegram from Palestine sent by the Arab Executive, political agency of the Arabs, read:
"Realizing that the Balfour Declaration contains a policy that is fatal to Palestine, and on motion of the district branches of the...
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