The big, weary man got through with the Washington airport greetings as fast as he decently could. His stop at the Carlton Hotel did not even give him a chance to straighten his tie or give his pants a badly needed hitch. Under orders from the Commander in Chief to hurry, he crammed his bulk into a limousine, lumbered out in front of the Executive Offices and for a moment faced a battery of cameras. Then Wendell Willkie went in to see the President.
Not for 90 minutes did he emerge. What the two...
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