Early one evening last week a waiter with a tray of cocktails approached two grey-haired, dinner-jacketed gentlemen chatting amiably in the Colonel's Reception Room of Manhattan's Seventh Regiment Armory. One smiled, shook his head. The other grinned, took a glass, raised it in his companion's direction, cried, "To your health!" Few minutes later Herbert Clark Hoover and Alfred Emanuel Smith marched out to a banquet table, sat down to continue their chat over the water tumblers. After dinner the Presidential rivals of 1928 mounted the same platform for the first time in their...
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