Last week at his press conference President Roosevelt said his say about selective-military service. He leaned well back in his swivel chair, clamped on his pince-nez, blew his lungs empty and talked for half an hour without interruption or question. There was a story in what he said. (He was for it.) But, to correspondents who had been impressed at the time of the Chicago Convention with his nervousness and fatigue, there was another story in how he looked—at ease, rested, confident and composed, his sleeves rolled up, his hair slicked back,...
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