Last week one of the strangest journeys in U. S. history neared its finish. Through 30 States, for 17,300 miles, for seven long weeks, the Willkie train had rolled. Endlessly the U. S. flowed past. Now the mountains had gone by, the people standing, still and lonely-looking, in the thin, chill air; the prairies had fled by the windows, people waving from the little houses on the flat plains. Through the fruitlands of California, north through the forests to Portland, Seattle, east through the mountains of Montana. Oil lands, cattle lands, deserts...
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