A Letter From The Publisher: Jul. 12, 1963

As anyone who is not a native New Yorker knows, there is no form of provincialism more acute than too long a confinement on Manhattan Island. Most of our writers and researchers, for one reason or another, come from other parts of the U.S., are alternately exhilarated or frustrated by the tension and pressures of the big city and of their jobs, and often feel penned in at their air-conditioned, glass-walled offices set high on steel shelves. Maybe that is why they read so much about far-off places, have an incurable travel itch, and pursue exotic and audacious hobbies. And maybe...