In the Presidential Room of Washington's Statler Hotel were gathered the elite of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters, Chauffeurs, Warehousemen and Helpers of America, and the elite of the city's political society—assorted czars, administrators and politicians. They were met together to eat roast chicken, Virginia ham, peas, potato croquettes, salad, ice cream and coffee, to drink California sauterne and, more important, to get an answer to the biggest of the Democrats' political questions: has The Old Master still got it?
The Old Master looked considerably thinner but very fit.* He ate...
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