V. Father, Friend

It was in 1956. I had returned from three years working for United Press in Paris to join the national review staff, and already it was party time. Cynthia Castroviejo, an early and enthusiastic supporter of the infant magazine, was giving a three-month-old birthday party in her New York townhouse, complete with a huge blue-bordered NR cake.

It was an impressive, not to say overwhelming, group I was to meet that night: Willmoore Kendall I knew, and John Chamberlain I had met once or twice. But Willi Schlamm, Suzanne La Follette, Jonathan Mitchell were as yet unknown quantities. James Burnham was in an altogether different category: I had studied his Managerial Revolution at Smith with, as I was later to recall with amusement, the first Mrs. William O. Douglas, than whom they came no Redder. It was with some nervousness that I saw I would be sitting next to Jim Burnham at dinner.

PL

About the Author

Priscilla L. Buckley

It was in 1956. I had returned from three years working for United Press in Paris to join the national review staff, and already it was party time. Cynthia Castroviejo, an early and enthusiastic supporter of the infant magazine, was giving a three-month-old birthday party in her New York townhouse, complete with a huge blue-bordered NR cake.

It was an impressive, not to say overwhelming, group I was to meet that night: Willmoore Kendall I knew, and John Chamberlain I had met once or twice. But Willi Schlamm, Suzanne La Follette, Jonathan Mitchell were as yet unknown quantities. James Burnham was in an altogether different category: I had studied his Managerial Revolution at Smith with, as I was later to recall with amusement, the first Mrs. William O. Douglas, than whom they came no Redder. It was with some nervousness that I saw I would be sitting next to Jim Burnham at dinner.