At 10 a. m. one day last week Doorman Pat McKenna swung open the door into the private office of the President of the United States and announced: "The Gentlemen of the Press!"
Into the sunny oval room shuffled some 120 newshawks, the corps of eyes & ears through which the country sees its President from day to day. Behind a flat-topped desk sat Franklin Delano Roosevelt, his mouth stretched wide, his eyes half closed in a vigorous grin. He was smoking a cigaret in a long ivory holder. Behind the President stood his...
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