A baggy old man in a blue serge suit with white piping on his vest pottered out of the U. S. Senate chamber one day last week. With a long white holder and an unlighted cigaret in his hand, he emerged smiling like an imp. Through little knots of Capitol tourists he made his way under the rotunda to a small white door marked "To the Dome." clumped down a flight of steps and along a shining corridor, entered a three-room suite which is the only Senator's office remaining in the Capitol building itself.
His secretary pointed to sheaves of...
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