A gruff and toothless old lion of U.S.politics growled softly with rheumatism and prepared once more for combat. The Socialist Party held its 1948 presidential convention in Reading, Pa.
It was a homely affair. The dingy convention hall was undecorated, except for three red flags and a few tired banners. The 250 delegates smoked steadily and stolidly, causing the chairman to cry: "Keep your butts off the floors!" There were no parades; no foolish talk of victory.
But though the Socialists did not hope for many more than the 80,000 votes they had drawn in 1944, they were neither discouraged...
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