Colonel John Monroe ("Steamboat") Johnson, director of the Office of Defense Transportation, pushed his way through the milling mob jampacking the lobby of Chicago's Hotel Stevens. The farther he had to push, the madder he got; almost everyone he bumped was wearing some convention badge. Near the crowded elevators, his eye fell on the long list of conventions and meetings on the bulletin board. This was more than ODT's boss could bear. He roared: "There are more damn conventions in Chicago this week than there should be in the entire country!"
In Chicago...
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