Thousands on thousands of times, in the crisp airs of 30 autumns, Franklin D. Roosevelt had flung up a long right arm, waving his hand or his hat, to the cheers of voters. In 30 years he has mastered every trick: the engaging, nonchalant hand waggle, the last artful inflection of voice, how to hit headlines in both afternoon and morning newspapers.
In happier times campaigning had been a pleasure keener than stamp collecting. But last week there was a difference. Some things had changed. To politick is to try to win. And Franklin Roosevelt...
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