On the fourth day of March, 1921, Woodrow Wilson, pathetic stood before the Capitol in the last act of his official life. Nearby, the saddened members of his Cabinet stood, saw their leader broken by struggle and paralysis; heard a man they did not admire take the oath of office of President of the U. S. Through their minds must have flashed memories of the glorious days of 1913, when the party of freckle-faced Jefferso and hard-cider Jackson came back to power. Happy days. . . . Josephus Daniels laughing in the first meeting...
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