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Last week an undercurrent of tension rippled the sunny surface of Washington. Outwardly the city was calm. The crowds were in Philadelphia, the political writers were at the Republican National Convention, writing incorrect prophecies. The midsummer tourists wandered before the monuments on the eve of the Fourth of July; the green parks of Washington dozed in the bureaucratic sun; the same great crowds of office workers swarmed from the Government buildings at 4:30 p.m.; the same old familiar groups of spies and gossipers met for cocktails at sundown; New Dealers...
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