"Hear ye," the court clerk sang out every morning in a Manhattan federal court. "All poisons having business with the district court . . . draw near, give your attention and ye shall be hold."
Last week, as it had been for eleven weeks, it was a cry to battle. Lawyers for eleven Communist leaders, accused of conspiring against their country, circled, maneuvered and fell upon Judge Harold Medina.
The judge, not U.S. Attorney John F. X. McGohey, had become their main adversary. Sometimes sallies flew so fast between judge and lawyers that the jurors swiveled their heads like a gallery...
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