The Week

The town of “Vinnitsa” has a drive-in restaurant on the outskirts, a corner drugstore, and Marilyn Monroe at the local movie house. Its inhabitants drive Fords and Plymouths, wear slacks and blue jeans. Some talk with a Southern drawl, others with a New England twang. Several—to hear them speak—might have just graduated from Harvard. American history is taught in the schools and the jangle one hears from the jukebox in the local pool hall is rock-’n-roll. Some of Vinnitsa’s inhabitants have not moved away in thirteen years, so anxious are they to be integrated completely into the language and manners of Their Town. And besides, Vinnitsa is surrounded by barbed wire, reminding the 1,000 to 1,300 Soviet citizens (the estimate is that of the Stockholm newspaper that broke the story) training for future espionage assignments in the United States, of their high duty. May we, gentlemen of the American Civil Liberties Union, put Vinnitsa on the Attorney General’s list?

It is with a heavy heart that we note the resignation of John Foster Dulles as Secretary of State. The cause—the progression of his cancer—would be enough to evoke compassion regardless of any question of character. But when a good man is stricken it seems like a double affront of the fates. Over the years Dulles grew and grew in his capacity to understand the ever-present menace of international Bolshevism. In a capital that is altogether too willing to be beguiled into witless softness, Dulles remained on the whole hard, intelligent and purposeful. We sincerely hope the example of his career will have meaning for his successor in office.

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The town of “Vinnitsa” has a drive-in restaurant on the outskirts, a corner drugstore, and Marilyn Monroe at the local movie house. Its inhabitants drive Fords and Plymouths, wear slacks and blue jeans. Some talk with a Southern drawl, others with a New England twang. Several—to hear them speak—might have just graduated from Harvard. American history is taught in the schools and the jangle one hears from the jukebox in the local pool hall is rock-’n-roll. Some of Vinnitsa’s inhabitants have not moved away in thirteen years, so anxious are they to be integrated completely into the language and manners of Their Town. And besides, Vinnitsa is surrounded by barbed wire, reminding the 1,000 to 1,300 Soviet citizens (the estimate is that of the Stockholm newspaper that broke the story) training for future espionage assignments in the United States, of their high duty. May we, gentlemen of the American Civil Liberties Union, put Vinnitsa on the Attorney General’s list?

It is with a heavy heart that we note the resignation of John Foster Dulles as Secretary of State. The cause—the progression of his cancer—would be enough to evoke compassion regardless of any question of character. But when a good man is stricken it seems like a double affront of the fates. Over the years Dulles grew and grew in his capacity to understand the ever-present menace of international Bolshevism. In a capital that is altogether too willing to be beguiled into witless softness, Dulles remained on the whole hard, intelligent and purposeful. We sincerely hope the example of his career will have meaning for his successor in office.