In the office of the U. S. Attorney Gen eral there rises a mural, full of social significance and figures of ample-bosomed, pensive women. Those great art critics, the Washington correspondents, have never agreed about its social significance, but they are sure that the guy in the right-hand corner is making soft talk to the bare foot woman in pink. One day last week a big crowd of them stood brooding before it when a side door opened and into the room walked Frank Murphy, elevated that morning from the Attorney-Generalship to the Supreme...
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