It was four minutes to two by the Cabinet room clock as President Roosevelt sat down at the head of the long mahogany table, flicked a red ribbon from a rolled document and began to read the bill for the manufacture and sale of 3.2% beer. A forest of tripoded newsreel cameras and lights hemmed him in against a heavy window drapery. His gold signet ring glinted in the artificial glare as he fingered the crisp white pages before him. At a photographer's command he picked up a pen and wrote Frank. With...
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