ELECTIONS: Poetry Is Not Enough

"It's all been arranged for us.

"His views will be ours,

"We shall pervade the earth like an attar . . .

"Smelling of Fish . . .

"Of hail-fellow straw-hat pomposity, passing out hot dogs and free seeds with a glad hand . . .

"For us . . . the hair shirt, the crown of poison ivy, the shame . . ."

So wrote Playwright Maxwell Anderson last May, in a bitter poetic outburst for which the New Yorker paid him $180. What had moved Maxwell Anderson to sad song was a...

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