Up at the microphone the chairman was preparing the ovation for Senator Pepper's radio address. "Clap fast," he ordered, "not slow. Scream & whistle. Pretend I'm Orson Welles." Perfunctorily and apathetically, the 300 delegates in the ornate Boulevard Room of Chicago's Hotel Continental responded. "Pretend I'm Joan Crawford," cried the chairman. The applause was better, but still not good enough. "Pretend I'm Henry Wallace." The delegates to the "Conference of Progressives" tore the roof off.
It had been that way all day long. The meeting had been called by the National Citizen's P.A.C., the C.I.O.'s P.A.C, and the Independent Citizens' Committee...
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