After weeks of agitation and uncertainty eight potent officers of the Republican Party met Claudius Hart Huston, chairman of the Republican National Committee, at Washington headquarters last week. They were determined to wrestle him out of his job. Chairman Huston, calm and cool in white flannels, talked blandly, smiled disarmingly upon them from the head of a long shiny table. There was no wrestling. The eight potent Republicans departed, looking more sheepish than elephantine. Mr. Huston was still mahout. He might resign after the treaty session...
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