In the Senate caucus room, clouds of tobacco smoke curled up through the hard glare of the Klieg lights, staining the air blue. The 100 newspapermen, jammed shoulder-to-shoulder at press tables that boxed the witnesses in on three sides, like a symphony orchestra around its conductor, scribbled amid a litter of handouts, maps, yellow copy paper, overflowing ashtrays. Under the tables their shifting feet smudged their piled-up coats and hats. Off to one side were 18 radio reporters sitting along the wall; behind them were the newsreel boys, their cameras whirring monotonously.
Over four crowded wires from the Sen ate Office Building,...
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