On the glass-topped desk of Chester C. Davis, president of the Federal Reserve Bank of St. Louis, lay a letter from an old friend in Montana: "Better plan to come out for some good fishing and deer hunting. This might be the summer to do something."
Grey-haired Chester Davis leaned back in his swivel chair, smiled wryly at reporters. This will certainly be the summer for Chester Davis to do something. Before breakfast he had had a call from Economic Stabilizer James F. Byrnes. The President had drafted Chester Davis as the nation's new Food Czar.
Said Chester Davis: "I had been...
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