San Francisco: An Egg Is Laid
Let’s face it, boys and girls: now that we’ve had a look at both national conventions we must admit that as a spectacle, and that’s what it was designed for, the Republican conclave at San Francisco doesn’t belong in the same league with the Democratic conclave at Chicago. True, the GOP management spared no expense: they assembled a good cast; the sets were lavish, the ladies and gentlemen of the ensemble were well-costumed, and the music (by Irving Berlin) was pleasant, if slightly worn. Yet the fact remains that the audience yawned, all through it and at least a dozen critics, watching the pedestrian plot unroll, walked out before it was over. Book trouble, we used to call it.




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