In Kansas City, Mo. last week one of the oldest working educators in the U. S. cast a pair of undimmed eyes over a vast stone mansion, a remodeled greenhouse, two new French Renaissance buildings. Together with 38 teachers, 535 students, these edifices constituted a university no smaller than the Princeton at which big J. (for John) Duncan Ernst Spaeth had arrived 31 years before. Now Princeton's longtime English professor, still as shaggy and vital as an airedale, J. Duncan Spaeth had traveled 1,000 miles westward to dedicate a library, his first...
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