At the first press conference after the AAA decision. President Roosevelt sat back in his chair with chin up, cigaret holder cocked rakishly out of a corner of his mouth, a tight-lipped grin on his face, waiting for unwelcome questions. Every inch of floor space was covered by newshawks waiting with pencils poised. The President's grin widened. There was no news, he announced, except—and he stopped to cast a roguish look over his shoulder at the tousled-headed Democratic National Committee publicity man— except that Charley Michelson needed a haircut.
Pressagent Michelson hesitated...
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