"Hello, Mrs. Higgins. Are your children voting today?"
Franklin Delano Roosevelt, his face relaxed in the easy grin that he had flashed at millions of his countrymen from the back platform of his campaigning trains, was easing himself down the steps of the old Hyde Park town hall. He had just voted for himself for 32nd President of the U. S. With him was a cortege of newspapermen, his wife and his son Elliott. Mrs. Higgins is a neighbor of the Squire of Krum Elbow. Everyone laughed at his question which was thoroughly facetious....
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