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an erect spare whitehaired man, his sons are archi-tects, apprentices from al over the world come to work with him,

drafting the new city (he cal s it Broadacre City). Near and Far are beaten (to imagine the new city

you must blot out every ingrained habit of the past, build a nation from the ground up with the new tools). For the architect there are only uses:

the incredible multiplication of functions, strength and tension in metal, the dynamo, the electric coil, radio, the photo-electric cel , the internalcombustion motor, glass

concrete;

and needs. (Tel us, doctors of philosophy, what

are the needs of a man. At least a man needs to be

not jailed notafraid nothungry notcold not without love, not a worker for a power he has never seen

that cares nothing for the uses and needs of a

man or a woman or a child.)

Building a building is building the lives of the

workers and dwel ers in the building.

-432-The buildings determine civilization as the cel s in the honeycomb the functions of bees.

Perhaps in spite of himself the arrogant drafts-man, the dilettante in concrete, the bohemian artist for wealthy ladies desiring to pay for prominence with the startling elaboration of their homes has been forced by the logic of uses and needs, by the lifelong struggle against the dragging undertow of money in mortmain, to draft plans that demand for their fulfil ment a

new life;

only in freedom can we build the Usonian city.

His plans are coming to life. His blueprints, as once Walt Whitman's words, stir the young men: --Frank Lloyd Wright, patriarch of the new building,

not without honor except in his own country.

NEWSREEL LXIV

WEIRD FISH DRAWN FROM SARGASSO SEA

by night when the rest of the plant was stil dim figures ugly in gasmasks worked in the long low building back of the research laboratory

RUM RING LINKS NATIONS

Al around the water tank

Waitin' for a train

WOMAN SLAIN MATE HELD

Business Men Not Alarmed Over Coming Election

GRAVE FOREBODING UNSETTLES MOSCOW

LABOR CHIEFS RULED OUT OF

PULPITS

-433-imagination boggles at the reports from Moscow. These murderers have put themselves beyond the pale. They have shown themselves to be the mad dogs of the world

WALLSTREET EMPLOYERS BANISH

CHRISTMAS WORRIES AS

BONUSES ROLL IN

Left my girl in the mountains

Left her standin' in the rain

OUR AIR SUPREMACY ACCLAIMED

LAND SO MOUNTAINOUS IT STANDS

ON END

Got myself in trouble

An' shot a county sheriff down

In The Stealth of the Night Have You Heard Padded

Feet Creeping Towards You?

TROTZKY OPENS ATTACK ON STALIN

Strangled Man Dead in Street

Moanin' low . . .

My sweet man's gonna go

HUNT HATCHET WOMAN WHO

ATTACKED

SOCIETY MATRON

CLASPS HANDS OF HEROES

GIRL DYING IN MYSTERY PLUNGE

He's the kind of man that needs the kind of woman like me Completely Lost In Fog over Mexico

ASSERT RUSSIA RISING

For I'm dancin' with tears in my eyes

'Cause the girl in my arms isn't you

600 PUT TO DEATH AT ONCE IN CANTON

SEE BOOM YEAR AHEAD

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THE CAMERA EYE (49)

walking from Plymouth to North Plymouth through

the raw air of Massachusetts Bay at each step a smal cold squudge through the sole of one shoe

looking out past the grey framehouses under the

robinsegg April sky across the white dories anchored in the bottleclear shal ows across the yel ow sandbars and the slaty bay ruffling to blue to the eastward this is where the immigrants landed the roundheads

the sackers of castles the kingkil ers haters of oppression this is where they stood in a cluster after landing from the crowded ship that stank of bilge on the beach that belonged to no one between the ocean that belonged

to no one and the enormous forest that belonged to no one that stretched