Harry Rubenstein is cradling the small, red, leather-bound book in his hands as if it were a baby bird. He lets it fall open, and the back room at the Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History is suddenly filled with the wafting aroma of old yellowed pages. … Back to Article
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