THE PRESIDENCY: What of the Night?

Time was running fast last week. The quick winter days flashed by, grey, chill and wet; the disappointment, gloom and confusion of leaderless, floundering Washington had spread over the U. S. The country stirred uneasily. Eminent men made angry speeches. Little men lined up outside reopening factories. The headlines' phantasmagoria whirled on: strikes, battles, production bottlenecks, taxes, airplanes, fleet bases. These were the table talk of the last days of 1940—and desk talk, factory and farm talk.

But the cloudy nationwide feeling built up into one need; as threatening and insistent as...

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