For 13 years Hattie Wyatt Caraway sat quietly in the U.S. Senate, doing nobody any harm. The small, 66-year-old widow never seemed to change; she always sat still and demure in her billowy Victorian black dress; when spring came, she simply added a white embroidered collar. Her habits and mind were simple and domestic. Outside "Miss Hattie's" door in the mahogany-&-marble Senate Office Building stood a little row of milk bottles. While her male colleagues bellowed and fumed and passed fateful legislation, she sat and worked crossword puzzles; often just sat listening, for...
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