LOOKING like a cross between a stern schoolmarm and an impish witch, the short (5 ft. 2 in.), broad-beamed woman in a floor-length, toga-like gown marched onto the stage at the American Museum of Natural History last week, clutching her ever-present forked walking stick. Then, peering at the overflow audience of nearly 1,500, Margaret Mead, who at 67 is something more than an anthropologist and something less than a national oracle, undertook one of her favorite tasks. She told her audience what is afoot in the world and some good ways to improve it....
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