An old man with a red, chicken-hawk beak and whiskery white eyebrows bobbed off the train in Washington's Union Station one day last week. He paused, silent while photographers snapped his familiar beady-eyed, scowling squint, then stepped briskly into a long black limousine, and rode off towards the Capitol.
Three days before, Vice President Garner, in khaki shirt and khaki pants, had been squatting on the front porch of his home in Uvalde, Tex., telling newsmen that the only thing that interested him was four setting bantam hens and his eight-acre "patch." Two...
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