One September afternoon in 1901, President McKinley stood in the Temple of Music at the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, smiling wearily toward the crowd that surged forward to grasp his hand. Beside him a stern, square-jawed young man was waving the people away. ''Oh, let them in," said the President to his personal secretary. "They've come a long ways. I'll be glad to meet them." Obediently the secretary stood aside until the room was filled, then stepped down to close the door. He did not notice a calm, boyish-looking man who slipped...
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