Calm in the assurance of his practiced skill, one of the world's great orators stood beaming on a platform in Syracuse, N. Y.'s armory one evening last week, waiting for some 10,000 Democratic State Convention delegates and visitors to be done with their roars of exuberant anticipation. Many a time, watching a Western cinema, these admiring partisans had yelped with the same emotion as a valiant posse thundered to the rescue of the beleaguered hero. Tonight Franklin Roosevelt was galloping to his own rescue.
"Tonight," his voice rang trumpet-clear through the armory and...
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