Back in 1955, when I was endeavoring to found the conservative quarterly that indeed did take on flesh two years later, I discovered how difficult it is to raise money for any conservative cause. Modern Age, like T. S. Eliot’s Criterion in England a generation earlier, has staggered along almost without sustenance since the day of its birth. We found writers for our journal with the greatest of ease, some distinguished men and women among them. And approval of our undertaking was widespread and cordial, extending to liberal quarters. “Even inveterate liberals ought to look with favor on the revival...