For most of last week the busiest thoroughfare in Washington was a small private corridor leading from a White House side door to the President's office. In that office sat a man whom the Supreme Court had stunned to silence with its annihilation of NRA. Down that corridor marched huffy Hugh S. Johnson who for a twelvemonth was NRA personified; sickish Donald Richberg and sheepish Solicitor General Reed whose defense of NRA before the Supreme Court had proved so footling; William Green and John L. Lewis to whom NRA was a professional...
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