THE CABINET: THE CABINET Off Bottom

Off Bottom

When the Press trooped in to see what manner of man this was that President Roosevelt had called from the Presidency of American Car & Foundry to run the Treasury at a moment of greatest national emergency, they found small William Hartman Woodin, his eyes as blue as his shirt and collar, his cupid mouth pursed in an easy little smile, sitting informally on the edge of his desk, swinging his legs. Piped a pert newshawk: "Mr. Secretary, you're in a pretty hot spot, aren't you?" The brand-new Secretary reached down...

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