Sun-shot Florida is no place for a man with work to do. Impatient with its seductions, Herbert Hoover last week boarded his train at Miami, sped back to Washington against the advice of several good friends. Inauguration was still a fortnight off. All precedent opposed such an early return. But Mr. Hoover had lots to do, many people to see. Besides, his home is in Washington.
The sunset of an old administration is generally a strange, distorted hour. Shadows are longest then and the last red glimmer of official prestige is at its richest....
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