In Washington, where no resident has the vote, are gathered the men whose job is to divine what the voter is thinking. Their service and their livelihood depend upon it. Cut off as they are from the front porches and backyards of the U.S., they have developed highly sensitive antennae to read the public's mind from afar. Last week the White House listeners heard, or thought they could hear, a solid concurrence in President Truman's calm-and-steady policy of unappeasing firmness toward Russia. But there were other sounds.
There was the sound, for example, of 7,000 letters dropping into...