Wisconsin's bull-shouldered Joe McCarthy, batted down time after time, just wouldn't stay down. Last week ex-Marine McCarthy took the Senate floor to continue his case against the man he called the top Soviet espionage agent in the U.S. At frequent intervals, he sipped from a small brown bottle of cough medicine. By the time he had finished, four hours later, his thinning black hair was rumpled and damp with sweat. His necktie was loosened and yanked askew.
Rummaging through his capacious tan briefcase, he fetched up some affidavits which, he claimed, would...
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