In a lobby of the Manchester Guardian's smoke-grimed Victorian building, a bust by Jacob Epstein glares down on the editorial floor, where a few stubborn oldsters still scribble in longhand amid the clacking typewriters of fresh-faced Oxonians. It is the image of Charles Prestwich Scott, the Guardian's late, greatest editor, who built a provincial Whig organ into English liberalism's bravest voice.
C. P. Scott is as fierce-eyed and commanding in bronze as he was in life. Last week, under his stern, still eyes, his survivors passed a milestone: the 100th anniversary of his birth....
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