Franklin D. Roosevelt was feeling jolly. As he got into a flag-draped barge at Cap Haitien the boom-boom-boom of saluting guns had no irritating effect upon his nerves. For three days he had had nothing but laughs at the expense of the three sad newshawks who followed in his wake aboard the destroyer Gilmer—laughs at their landlubber language as he read their dispatches before they were sent by the Houston's radio; laughs at their seasickness as their thin little craft rolled like a porpoise. The biggest and...
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