Milling Congressional veterans shouted greetings to re-elected cronies, slapped backs, shook hands. Pages guided determined-looking first-termers through the teeming lobbies. Cameras whirred beneath incandescent lights. Vice President Henry Wallace snapped a gavel in the Senate. Bald Clerk South Trimble cracked another in the House. The 78th Congress was ready for business.
The press had warned the people of something they already knew—this, more than any Congress heretofore, was a session of destiny. Historic Congresses of the past had held in their hands the fate of the Nation; the deliberations of this Congress...
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