The tumult and the shouting had died, and, after his cross-country political safari, Henry Wallace was resting at his son's home in Des Moines. He could afford to rest. His swing through the West had surprised a lot of people, but few could have been more surprised than Henry Wallace. Almost everywhere he had packed the crowds in: 3,000 in Cleveland, 6,000 in Minneapolis, 8,000 in Detroit, a record 25,000 in Los Angeles' Gilmore Stadium. The people who came paid good prices to hear him: from 60ยข to $2.40 apiece in Chicago, a $3.60...
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