The old rumors swirled up again, as heady as the smell of garlic to New York's duck-bottomed little Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia. But he would have none of them. Had he not been deceived 17 months ago? Then he had gone confidently to a Manhattan haberdasher and bought a resplendent gabardine uniform, suitable for one silver star, had waited for orders to fly to North Africa, perhaps dreaming of marching into Rome at the head of U.S. columns. But a Congressional hubbub over "political generals" had stopped the appointment cold; Franklin Roosevelt sent to...
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