The little oval room was hot. The score of frail, wobbly, gilt chairs were jammed close together on the deep scarlet carpet, to the left of the plain, dark wooden desk.
Perspiring gently, the audience sat still, in some nervousness. In the front row, not grinning, was big, jug-eared Cinemactor Clark Gable, in a chalk-stripe grey suit; his wife, Carole Lombard, in a funnel-like black hat with a veil, a simple black afternoon dress; Secretary of State Cordell Hull, white-faced, as sombre as his dark suit; and the President's mother, Sara Roosevelt, in...
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