When with a ringing of bells, a great steel worm of a train slid into the Union Station at Washington, and Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Coolidge descended the car steps to the porter's rubber cushioned stool, there were three smiling faces looking up at them from the platform. There was the chubby face of the Secretary of Commerce; there was the long, lean face of the Secretary of Agriculture smiling from beneath its domed forehead; and there were the stone-chiseled features of the Secretary of...
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