His bald pate glistening in the hot glare of the klieg lights, New Jersey's ruddy Representative J. (for John) Parnell Thomas squinted through the clutter of newsreel cameras and microphones. Beyond the press tables, 391 spectators filled the big, gloomy caucus room to capacity. Outside, hundreds more strained against a cordon of Capitol Hill policemen.
Right on cue, a dapper, greying man in a brown double-breasted pin stripe, wearing a pair of heavy shell-rimmed glasses, sauntered jauntily up to the witness stand. As the applause quickened, he turned, bowing and smiling to...
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