CUTTING: A BLUE-BLOODED BUCCANEER
FOR thirty-six years--from the reign of Comstock to the overthrow of Smoot--the American people lived docilely in a governmental kindergarten. No literary product of foreign inspiration, knowledge or discovery could meet their childish eyes until it had been approved as chemically pure and politically innocuous by an autocratic band of federal censors clothed with the authority of customs agents.
Then out of the sterile steppes of New Mexico came a quiet, grave Senatorial neophyte, braving sneers as a pornographist to slay the Gorgon of prurient Bowlderism which had barred the country's doors to the universal intellect.
The neophyte was Bronson Cutting, the most exotic character in the front ranks of the American Insurgent movement today. In background, tastes and training, the Progressive group contains no member remotely resembling him.
Almost uniformly, the members of this group conform to a single master-pattern. With only one or two exceptions, they spring from the homes of the humble poor, and none knew parental wealth. With the single exception of Couzens, they have laid up little riches for rust, moth and taxes to