ABSTRACT
A fter twenty years as a professional student, I sensed that the time had come to think about making a living. Since I had been a radical in the days of Joseph McCarthy, teaching was foreclosed. It became necessary for me to find an occupation which required no training, no experience, and little money. So I became a publisher. To become a publisher, a person need only publish something. Less. He need only have the intention of publishing some thing. On the first working day of January, twenty years ago, I opened a small office, or what might better be described as a large closet, in Manhattan. I bought second-hand a typewriter, a desk, two chairs, and an offset press. The last I installed on the premises of a printer. The desk and chairs were all right, but the typewriter and press were wrong for what I intended to do, which was publish a journal of economics translations from the Russian. By May, I had everything straightened out and published the first issue of Prob lems of Economics.
