Flushing Meadow was a suburban pastoral of cold wintry sunlight and bare lonely trees swaying in a fitful wind. The building which housed the world's town meeting lay strangely isolated in the brownish-green emptiness of dead lawns. Inside, the modernistic public lobby was filled with people who had come for a quick look at history before the Second General Assembly of the United Nations adjourned. A group of children clustered around a counter as excitedly as though it displayed candy and comics rather than U.N. literature. A tall, blond boy jumped up...
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