Above the roar of City Hall Park, Manhattan, in the big, musty room of the Federal District Court, famed Judge Julian William Mack rapped for order. There was a polite pandemonium caused not by expectant gum-chewers but by 50 lawyers who were trying to find seats on the Defense side of the case. United States v. Sugar Institute, Inc. They filled the jury box (for there was no jury). They flowed over into the spectator rows, squatted on rickety benches. The only one who was sure of...
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