"I congratulate you heartily on your victory and extend to you my sincere good wishes for your health and happiness, and for the success of your administration.
Doom came to the President-reject in a cavernous Manhattan armory. He went to it, with a plentiful supply of cigars, from his wife's birthday party, a strange party over which had hung the atmosphere of a tremendous uncertainty.
He sat down among some 700 other anticipants, most of them Tammany politicians but with a sprinkling of the general public. A girl, just "a" girl, had...