"The meeting will come to order!"
Under the cobalt-blue ceiling and fantastic chandeliers of the Department of Labor Auditorium, the bustle and fidget of over 2,000 young people settled to a whisper. The members of the American Youth Congress, assembled in Washington for a four-day citizenship institute, "a monster lobby for jobs, peace, civil liberties, education and health," came to order. A. Y. C.'s adopted mother, Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt, sat placidly in the second row.
Many a curious glance was directed at her. For once this sensible woman had put herself in an altogether too quixotic position. She was...
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