One day last week an affable little man with round rosy cheeks and thin grey hair entered for the first time an unpretentious office in a temporary building on Washing ton's Mall and there seated himself in one of the most thankless swivel chairs in the Government. The little man was Frank Xavier Alexander Eble, called "Alphabet" by his friend because of his four initials. The chair was that of the Commissioner of Customs to which he had just been appointed by President Hoover. The first day in office Commissioner Eble smiled his...
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