Colonel Philip Bracken Fleming is a small, good-humored and efficient man who pounds around Washington on steel-capped heels. The colonel, who is 53, a West Point graduate and an Army engineer, loves poker, good company and a moderate amount of good liquor. Logical, simple and direct, he despises ostentation. When he was coordinator of the Resettlement Administration, he got sick of Administrator Rexford Tugwell's bright young men who loved to sit around the conference table waggling their Phi Beta Kappa keys. One day the colonel marched into conference, casually threw back his...
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