While President Hoover was sitting with his Cabinet one morning last week, an alarming report reached his bodyguard. Police reserves tramped into the White House grounds, deployed, guarded the gates. Pennsylvania Avenue shrieked with motorcycle sirens. Secret Service men issued curt, severe commands. Excited newshawks flocked about. Cameramen looked to their plates. Trucks bearing sound newsreel equipment lumbered up into position. Idlers paused, gaped, made throngs. When Vice President Curtis left the Cabinet Meeting, a bodyguard hopped into his car beside him.* All was in martial readiness about the White House...
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