Last week the Senate tried its level best to act like a body of Statesmen. Debate on the Lend-Lease Bill, H.R. 1776, opened on a plane so high that many Senators felt a little difficulty in breathing. Crowded galleries, hoping for an old-fashioned quick-&-dirty scrap, with plenty of rabbit punches and hitting in the clinches, were disappointed. The Senate wrapped the toga of dignity and dullness about its collective paunch, and gamely strove for classic words.
Over the chamber hung an atmosphere of a Great Occasion, an air grave and chilling. Most...
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