One early morning last week, a white-bearded old gentleman in a high-crowned derby thumped briskly along Massachusetts Avenue. Most of his Washington neighbors were still asleep, so he was surprised when he met eleven-year-old Helen Chapin, who curtsied, held out a bouquet, said: "Happy birthday." The old gentleman beamed as he took the flowers. It was indeed Chief Justice Charles Evans Hughes's birthday: his 78th.
Full of Jovian calm, even after ten years that have been as thorny as any in the Supreme Court's history, the Chief Justice looked hale & hearty. At week's end he broke his rule against...
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