Last week Vice President John Nance Garner, as round and hard and brown as the pecans he grows on his ranch, packed up his starched collars and his cutaway, helped his quiet secretarial wife into the family car and motored to San Antonio. There he boarded a Katy train, talked briefly to a friend passing through Waco, but locked his stateroom door when he reached Dallas.
At St. Louis he was less exclusive. Beneath the vast smoky vault of the Union Station he met newshawks. On silver, inflation, other issues he had "no...
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