For six months, Federal Judge Harold R. Medina had suffered the taunts, insults and studied defiance of defense lawyers with weary patience, as they popped up like hammers on a honky-tonk piano—to protest, to object to rulings, to object to rulings on objections, to object to rulings on objections to rulings. Fortnight ago, Harold Medina, who had often talked as if he had had enough, acted at last. When the Communists' lawyers tried to outshout him, as they had so often done before, Medina peremptorily ordered them to "sit down," and had...
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