As our plane roared away from Los Angeles, circled over the Pacific and turned inland over the mountains, I began to wonder in what respects the Midwinter Meeting of the American Library Association might differ from our British conferences. It was a bright sunny day at the end of January this year and the desert stretched endlessly beneath us. My speculations were eventually interrupted by the sight of the Grand Canyon with its immense candelabra of pink and grey rock rising out of the great rift in the earth's surface and I thought of other things as we went on over the vast agricultural plains of the Mid‐West. It was dark before we reached Chicago, and as we stepped from the plane the bitter cold made our ears tingle and made me regret the hat I had forgotten to bring.
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