A hypothetical Bill Smith last week arrived in the hypothetical town of Zenith on a business trip. He marched through its marble-lined railroad station, climbed into a shiny taxicab, rode up Zenith's Main Street, admiring a handsome museum, four handsome churches, a dozen glittering drug stores. After he had dined on excellent roast beef in his hotel, Bill Smith lit a cigar and strolled out to a cinema, making up his mind on the way that he would tell his wife Zenith was a "great town."
In Columbia University's Teachers College in Manhattan...
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