National Affairs: Outward Bound

Under a sunny afternoon sky the sleek grey ship moved slowly down New York Bay. She had 464 silent passengers on board. For them there would be no more cocktails in glittering bars with wide-eyed café socialites, no lavish dinners for affable U.S. businessmen. They were Nazi and Fascist propaganda agents, consular officers and their families, bound homeward to the grim realities of the New Order.

There was many an awkward delay before the U.S.S. West Point finally got away. In San Francisco, 2,570 miles away, debonair Consul General Captain Fritz Wiedemann and Dr. Johannes Borchers, German consul general in New York...

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