In the blue glare of immense spotlights, to the roar of 15,000 throats, the rousing toot-&-boom of brass bands, Republican doctors worked feverishly over the moribund GOP in Cleveland, June 1936. The patient stirred briefly, collapsed in November. Dreary days followed for the Republican Party. The little flicker of life wavered, almost went out. Yet up-&-down the land plodded one yea-saying, stubborn prophet, preaching Principles, an old-fashioned sermon that was drowned out in the pounding, recurrent crescendos of New Deal swing music.
Herbert Hoover argued about such things as liberty. Practical GOPoliticians, running...
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