"Boss man," boomed a voice from the shadowy crowd at Hyde Park, N. Y.'s railroad station one night last week, "You're out in front now. Show'em your heels!"
On a platform of the special train returning him to Washington after a restful week-end at his mother's farm, the nation's Boss Man gave a cheerful waggle of his head. "There's something in that," said he.
Franklin Roosevelt is by no means an exception to the rule that a U. S. President, like plain citizens, needs an occasional friendly cheer to lift and reassure his...