Franklin Roosevelt toiled late aboard the U. S. S. Tuscaloosa as it carved the midnight waves to Red Bank, N. J. last week. Fog and finicky fish had spoiled his vacation cruise to Newfoundland. Now another European convulsion had ended it a day early. Franklin Roosevelt sat up late working on an idea of his own: a peace plea to King Vittorio Emmanuele III of Italy, who was trout fishing in the Alps.
Debarking in the morning, his body clad in soiled seersucker, his mind in deep anxiety, this President who needs only...
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