"The thing's grown to something quite enormous," said white-haired, spinsterish Kingsley Martin, editor of London's socialist New Statesman and Nation.
Some months ago, when Henry Wallace had taken over the editorship of the New Republic, Kingsley Martin had sent a routine congratulatory note and asked Wallace to come to England some time as his guest. When Wallace accepted, the "thing" had begun to grow. Martin had to turn over his own secretary to cope with the invitations for speeches; he assigned a special man to press relations.
Socialist Britain had been fully warned...
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