Over Lac Leman the sun set in splendor. Mont Blanc's icy peak changed from red to grey to blue, finally faded into the falling night. The moon rose. From an old-fashioned paddle steamer, 400 UNRRA employes (who had taken time out from their Geneva conference for a boat ride) watched the grandiose spectacle in awed fascination.
But their boss, defiantly puffing cigar smoke at the stars, was unmoved by beauty. Sick of his job as UNRRA head, Fiorello H. LaGuardia sent up a tenor shout that carried over the quiet water: "I'd like to cause a fight so that they'd...
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