He never looked better. Tanned and grinning, Harry Truman let his eyes twinkle over two acres of fund-bearing Democrats, a crop to rejoice the heart of a onetime Missouri farm boy, who by loyal association with the Democratic Party had attained the most powerful office in the world.
The party had proclaimed itself as the champion of the common man, the little fellow, the ill-fed. Five times the nation had responded by giving the Democrats the presidency. Now they faced a sixth test, which promised to be the sternest of all. Girding for...
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