Exacting, sometimes exhausting, is the job of editing a national magazine. Editor Merle Crowell, head of the American Magazine since 1923, last week decided to obey long-disobeyed doctor's orders. He resigned his editorship, planned a long rest.
Editor Crowell had been faithful to his post. Man and boy, writer and editor, he had labored for the American since he was 27. He is now 40. The War, temporarily interrupting his journalistic orbit, took him as a second lieutenant, left him a major. Carroty-haired down-Easter (from North Newport, Me.), no dilettante, no pedant, he admired teamwork, organization bankers.
Last week Crowell publications claimed the...
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