Last week Franklin D. Roosevelt, finding that he needed more rest than even he had thought, decided to add a week to his fishing trip aboard Vincent Astor's Nourmahal. There all last week he sat alert at the end of two long strings. One string, strong and tightly braided, slanted off into the pale green waters of the Gulf Stream. The other string, more tenuous and even longer, a string of radio messages and mail planes, soared off to distant Miami.
To both strings he had to pay heed. A tug on one meant...
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