Abstract

Siobhan McKenna at the NAM

in the three short days of its sixty-first convention, the National Association of Manufacturers was exposed to the assorted heretical doctrines of God, the Irish poets and American youth, in that order. It is not so frivolous to say that the NAM, after those frightening visitations, owes its collective sanity to the lavishly padded interior of its meeting place, the Waldorf-Astoria, where nothing that happens seems to bear any relation to reality; and the speakers drawn from its own membership, who managed in spite of the convention theme of "New Dimensions for America" to convey the warming impression that everything was still as it always was and ever shall be-except, of course, for the growing menace of labor and socialism.