Attentive Welshmen gathering last week in Wrexham for the national festival or Eisteddfod of Wales politely honored a bleak, grey-mustached, sensitive man who as a youth polished cuspidors and the brass rail of Luke O'Connor's bygone saloon in Manhattan's Greenwich Village. Later in Yonkers, N. Y. sensitive John Masefield learned to abhor the Machine Age by working in a rug mill. Last week as the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom he told Welshmen that "the world subconsciously longs for poetry but it now invents substitutes, such as speed, to obtain the...
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