THE PRESIDENCY: Squire At Rest

In the field between the house and the road, the wheat had come up and been harvested. Across the way corn stood four feet high. The inland meadows were dotted with piles of new hay. The cows looked fatter and sleeker than ever. These good sights came under the critical eye of Squire Franklin D. Roosevelt last week when he returned to his native Krum Elbow for the first time since that dark February day he left for Washington to assume the Presidency. "Fine! Perfectly fine," he said half to himself as...

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