Herbert H. Lehman, who died last week at 85, was a most unlikely sort of politician. He could not remember a name or a face. A small, somewhat heavy man, he had little humor, and almost no time for the pleasantries ordinarily associated with politics. He was a tireless do-gooder, given to rambling speeches about the virtues of liberalism. He had none of the classic grace of Franklin Roosevelt, none of the earthy charm of Al Smith. Yet in his time he was as popular with New York voters as either F.D.R. or the Happy Warrior —and he outlasted...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
