Senatorial cynics dryly agreed last week that the world was safe, because New Hampshire's Charles William Tobey had it on his shoulders again. Senator Tobey, a somewhat skinny Atlas, is a rumpled, furious man with a vivid imagination and a hound-keen nose for troubleĀa word indissolubly connected in Mr. Tobey's mind with Franklin Roosevelt.
Mr. Tobey's constant sniffing in the bushes for the Big Bad Roosevelt does not endear him to the Senate, which is a body of men who hate to keep jumping up all the time, and who prefer to take even their own wolf-halloos with plenty of salt,...
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