From the grave of the Literary Digest, whose back was broken by its 1936 straw vote,* came a sepulchral horselaugh last week. "Nothing malicious, mind you," said ex-Digest Editor Wilfred J. Funk, now a Manhattan book publisher, "but I get a very good chuckle out of this."
But George Gallup, Elmo Roper, Archibald Crossley and all the other pollsters who had been dead wrong on the election could not see the joke. They had reason to wonder last week whether their great fiasco would not put them, like the Digest, out of business.
The Peoria...
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