Into Mackinac Island's white pine, white-painted Grand Hotel waddled fat little Harrison Spangler, all set to rig up the Republican Party for its biggest blunder in a decade. As G.O.P. National Chairman, he had arranged matters with the exact and elaborate ritual of a Jap nobleman about to commit harakiri.
Sincerely, from the bottom of his compromising heart, Harrison Spangler felt that G.O.P. should not engage in fights, speak bluntly or do anything positive. He had called the Post-War Advisory Council to Mackinac to draft a program. The Council, thought Harrison Spangler, was...
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