"Mr. President!"*
The strident Californian voice of Senator Hiram Johnson rolled out imperiously across the well-filled Senate chamber. In his hand he held a speech, too important to be delivered from memory. His white crest quivered with indignation and behind his spectacles his blue eyes gleamed resentfully. He was about to vent the full measure of his political bitterness, the full force of his distrust as as isolationist, and the full brilliance of disgruntled hindsight, upon the gentlemen who had conducted the country's international finance for the past decade. His speech summarized his conclusions on the Finance Committee's recent investigation of foreign...
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