Like many another outraged oldster throughout the land, Richmond Pearson Hobson sat up late in Manhattan one night last week discussing the depravity of President Roosevelt's plan to rejuvenate the Supreme Court. Most of the nation's unofficial denouncers that night were content to vent their spleen in talk, go modestly to bed. But Richmond Pearson Hobson was a professional zealot who, in 30-odd years of windy crusading against alcohol, narcotics and un-Americanism, of drumming up fears of Japanese invasion and Communist infiltration, had never forgotten that he was once the No....
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