April 1977

One of America's most distinguished publishers writes of his personal and professional friendship with the famed historian, Samuel Eliot Morison.

Man, Land, and History in the Deepest Gorge on Earth

The behind-the-scenes struggle in 1948 between the President and the State Department

The Regulatory Agencies

“The world is my country, to hate rascals is my religion” he once said, and for more than forty years—before he mysteriously vanished—he blasted away at the delusions, pretentions, posturings, hopes, dreams, foibles, and institutions of all mankind. His name was Ambrose Bierce …

A last look at an American institution

How I Beat Jess Willard

In southern California the orange found a home.

The Man, the Myth, and the Midnight Ride

In recent years many voices—both Native-American and white—have questioned whether Indians did in fact invent scalping. What is the evidence?