In Manhattan's ramshackle Bible House, which shelters the New Masses and a raft of other left-wing and labor groups, there was a new stir of activity. Partisan Review, bimonthly magazine of the literary Left, had found an angel. So it was about to go monthly, and pay its editors a salary for the first time.
Red-bearded Allan D. Dowling, 43, who makes his money in real estate and spends some of it publishing his own avant-garde poems, had sent the Review a mash note. He thought it was the finest thing since the dear...
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