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Milwaukee was muffled in the stillness of a 14-in. snowfall when the Hiawatha slid into the Milwaukee Road Depot one morning last week. In the parlor car someone roused the Senator from the exhausted sleep that had seized him as soon as he had boarded the train in Chicago one hour and 15 minutes earlier. Groggily, he shrugged into his overcoat, smiled wanly while his wife scolded him for having left his galoshes behind. Then, spotting a cluster of photographers on the platform outside, his eyes took on a ballpoint gleam,...
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