In Manhattan last week a tall, lean, 67-year-old Scotsman named R(obert) McCulloch Dick called at the National City Bank, picked up a big bundle of newspapers, hurried to his hotel to comb them word by word. After a sojourn in London he was catching up on five months' back reading of his own paper, the weekly Philippines Free Press. Presently, reading one of his dispatches from London, he was engulfed by gloom because his paper had gone to pot—he had found a typographical error.
Far from pot, the Philippines Free Press, with circulation at 39,400, is one of the most successful, best-edited...