Like many another big and busy man, President Hoover last week began a ten-day winter vacation. The Senate was poking along on the Tariff. The House with its robot membership could not conceivably get into mischief. The well-reefed London Naval Conference sailed cautiously over well-charted seas of diplomacy. Therefore the President packed a trunkfull of fishing tackle, stuffed a few papers in a small brief case, ordered a private car tacked on the end of the Atlantic Coast Line's Havana Special, and, with Mrs. Hoover, departed for...
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