Doctor of Laws One hot noon last week President Roosevelt sat in the back of his open touring car, a roll and a hot dog in one hand, a glass of beer in the other. Once more he was in his native Dutchess County and once more he was completing a whirlwind circuit of fun and play.
Four nights before he had cleared his White House desk, reeled off a Cabinet meeting, bantered his way through with a press conference, signed a batch of bills left by Congress and said good-by to...
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