Once a year, the Managing Editors' Association of the Associated Pressa sort of club within a clubhas a soul-searching session. Last week, in Chicago's Drake Hotel, it was in full and mournful cry. With the election fresh in mind, the managing editors of A.P. papers found plenty to search their souls about.
The breast-beating was mostly over; the incurably forward-looking editors had closed ranks and gripped hands on a determination not to commit such sinful errors again. As far as the A.P. was concerned, it had done its usual good job of reporting the state-by-state returns with speed and accuracy. But, like...
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