Pious, kindly, baggy Marvel Mills Logan, late Senator from Kentucky, was a man who wouldn't harm a flea. A peace-loving, Sunday-school-going ex-judge, he had shaggy grey locks and a nose of such W. C. Fieldsian proportions that he was once described as "looking like a rhinoceros crashing through a grass hut."*
In January 1939, with no apparent hell-raising intent, good Mr. Logan introduced an eighth version of his old bill to set up uniform standards of procedure for quasi-judicial Federal agencies. He had long felt that bureaucracy's big ears needed pinning back. Franklin...