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A newspaper publisher could if he would put in the entire second half of April hobnobbing in hotel lobbies; perching on gilt chairs in improvised conference halls; rising to perfunctory votes of thanks; hoisting highballs in smoke-filled rooms; puffing after-dinner cigars while the tri-colored dessert melts, the ice-water turns tepid, the cigaret butts float in the coffee saucers, and the speaker of the evening warms to his subject of "Freedom of the Press." For the last half of April traditionally is the season when men of the Press come...
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