Go West, America; Protectionism Today Is Wishful Thinking

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In October 1900, when Seattle was a raw town of 80,000, across the continent in Cambridge, Mass., a Harvard philosopher, George Santayana, addressed an undergraduate literary club, delivering a pointed poem, "Young Sam's First Wild Oats," which began:

Mid Uncle Sam's expanded acres

There's an old, secluded glade

Where grey Puritans and Quakers

Still grow fervid in the shade;

And the same great elms and beeches

That once graced the ancestral farm,

Bending to the old men's speeches,

Lend their words an echo's charm.

Laurel, clematis, and vine

Weave green trellises about,

And three maples and a …