Reichstag President Paul Löbe tinkled his brass bell. Under the big glass dome which roofs the Reichstag, buzzing deputies came to sudden order. Prim as hot-house crocuses the entire cabinet sat in a row on their bench. As usual there were few glances for fat, tortoise-spectacled Chancellor Hermann Müller, a dependable, mediocre Socialist. But many an eye was full of the small, trim, quietly dressed, smooth-shaven man on the Chancellor's right, Dr. Julius Curtius. He was going to make his maiden speech as Foreign Minister—as...
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