The once-delayed, well-advertised World Security Conference began this week at stately Dumbarton Oaks, a magnificent 16-acre estate set like a jewel in Washington's Georgetown. The 39 delegates, none in a plug hat, strolled down the old pebble walks, through formal gardens, under Chinese scholar trees, across arched bridges over the carp pond. Promptly at 10:30 a.m. they filed into the pink brick Georgian mansion, past the Byzantine and mediaeval objets d'art, into the high-ceilinged music room. There they arranged themselves around a huge U-shaped table covered with the inevitable blotter pads.
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