In the first day of his duel with Hollywood's suspected Communists, Representative J. Parnell Thomas, a choleric man, smashed one gavel to a smither. Next day he turned up with two new ones, prepared, if necessary, to smash both to smithereens. The spot he had put himself in was enough to try the patience of a saint, and J. Parnell ("Undoubting Thomas," as the Nation called him) was no saint. But he hated Beelzebub, and he was trying to solve the fly problem with a horse whip.
As Chairman Thomas' gavel whacked the...
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