One bright morning last week five Senators and five Representatives marched into the flag-draped room of the Senate Committee on Military Affairs,* banged the door behind them, locked it. Then they took off their coats & waistcoats, rolled up their sleeves, loosened their collars. Cigars were lighted, green cuspidors adjusted as the ten legislators sat down around a big mahogany table and spread out a mass of papers before them. When the same Senators and Congressmen emerged 13 hours later they had finished writing the heaviest tax law the nation has ever...
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