With Herbert Hoover already in Washington, the Coolidge era seemed to hurry to its close.
Who but the historian recalls an August night among the Vermont hills less than six years agoreporters in automobiles rushing over country roads; a knock on the door of a white farmhouse in the hamlet of Plymouth; oil lamps lit dispelling the darkness; telegrams read by their glow; a brief statement of mourning; an oath of office administered at 2:30 a. m. by a country notary public to his son, the thirtieth President of the U. S.
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