The 50 reporters scribbled quietly and intently. They were jammed into a small room in the grey stucco auditorium at Santa Cruz, Calif., and Ohio's Republican Senator Robert A. Taft was not a man to raise his voice. Looking professorial in his neat blue suit, Bob Taft was talking matter-of-factly, almost abstractedly, as if he were speaking across a committee table. But for a fraction of a second, every man in the room looked up and stared as if the Senator had just pulled out his penknife, opened it, and absently swallowed it.
Taft had been discussing the high price of food...
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