Andrew J. Volstead, once an inconspicuous Minnesota lawyer, has never deeply regretted the fame that came to him when he tagged his name upon the National Prohibition Act. It was a nuisance, of course, when intoxicated traveling salesmen called Mr. Volstead up in the middle of the night to curse him, and it was not altogether pleasant to feel that a large portion of his fellow countrymen regard him as a wizened fanatic. But Mr. Volstead has surmounted these drawbacks by
1) concealing his telephone number; and
2) shrugging his shoulders and remembering all the...
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