Alben Barkley's dull roar died away. In its stead, for a long moment during the Democratic Convention last week, there was only the manifold murmur of the crowd in the Chicago Stadium. The sweating, shuffling, staring thousands had just heard Franklin Roosevelt's inconclusive message that he could be had (see p. 9), wondered what would happen next. Suddenly the loudspeakers clustered above the delegates came alive. A voice thundered:
We want Roosevelt!
The delegates on the floor, the thousands stacked in the galleries began to stir, here & there to cry with The Voice:...
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