Not the thousand eager people roped off in Washington's Union Station, not the small boys who climbed the iron fence, not the trainmen perched on the roof of the train shed, not the photographers and newsreel men nor the assemblage of notables who climbed the gangplank to his private car in order of precedence made President Roosevelt's homecoming a thing of triumph. That triumph was written large across the land in a series of popular welcomes which reduced Washington's reception to peewee proportions.
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