It was near midnight. The President was leaving for Hyde Park. A hulking, bottle-nosed figure dashed up, shouted exultantly: "Three more major codes signed! That's a day's work!" It was August, 1933. Days later the automobile industry had signed-all except Henry Ford. The man with the bottle nose went to a hospital with boils, got up again, flew to the President in Manhattan with 17 more industrial codes completed. At year's end, in Georgia, he thundered:
"Away, slight men. . . . It is not safe to stand obstructing the front of this great army. You might be trampled underfoot...
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