The general arrived on time. In dark slacks and a battlejacket without trappings, except for the two circlets of five silver stars, he strode with an easy half-wave, half-salute through a jam of curious stenos and secretaries, past milling clusters of newsmen and photographers, into Room 318 of the Senate Office Building. Bedlam followed him in. Cameramen clambered on to chairs to capture the firm jaw, the still-dark hair and serious mien, for the afternoon editions. The 25 Senators of the Armed Services and Foreign Relations Committees dribbled in, shook hands with Douglas MacArthur one by one, and found their places...
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