The State Department was buzzing with vim & vigor last week, and its collective face was wreathed in smiles of jolly good fellowship. Painters slapped pistachio green on the drab cream walls of State's drafty old home on Washington's Pennsylvania Avenue. A panting porter lugged away Cordell Hull's cherished rubber plant. Under scaffolds and around carpet-menders, platinum-topped Secretary of State Edward R. Stettinius bustled like a busy host at a party. He invited the press to the swearing-in of five of his six new top aides,* whom he fondly calls his team. In the midst of the ceremony, he invited...
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