Last week the Panama Canal, inland waterway of mighty ships, might well have given a watery chuckle and gurgle; for some profound reason all U. S. officialdom seemed suddenly anxious to view it.
The vanguard of the invaders had already arrived; a group of Congressmen, and no less a personage than Frank W. Stearns, intimate friend and adviser of the President. He looked inquiringly into the limpid water of the canal, sailed for Manhattan after a two-day visit. In the near distance, Vice President Dawes hovered; from Havana he set sail for the canal...
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