In the gaslit era before cinema and radio, St. Nicholas was the No. 1 U. S. magazine for young people. Like the old quarry where swimming was forbidden, like the first ice on the pond in winter, it was an essential part of childhood—a storehouse of fruitful articles and hair-raising fiction for adolescents.
Many a youth last week had never heard of St. Nicholas, many a grown-up had forgotten it still existed. But alive it was, though senescent. Last week St. Nicholas, 66 years old, withdrew its foot from the grave, took a new lease...
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