One hot day last week, while most of the 21,000,000 U. S. youths busied themselves with job-hunting, beach-lolling, wood-chopping, hitchhiking, woo-pitching and other normal youthful summer affairs, 1,450 exceptionally earnest ones gathered in Manhattan for the annual meeting of the American Youth Congress. The Congress, closest approach to a U.S. youth movement, is barely five years old and still speaks for only a minority of the younger generation. But the Congress seemed important enough to get considerable attention from professionalviewers-with-alarm.
As the delegates, aged 14 to 36, met in the gold-&-burgundy ballroom of the Manhattan Center, Baltimore's cynical Journalist H. L....
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