"I joyously accept the verdict of my party ... I shall possibly be enjoying the ecstasy of the starry stillness of an Arizona desert night," said Henry Fountain Ashurst, "or the scarlet glories of her blooming cactus, the petrified forest which leafed through its green millenniums, and put on immortality 7,000 years ago." That was in 1940 when Orator Ashurst, defeated for reelection, was delivering his swan song in the Senate. Last week, 14 years later, Ashurst, lively and loquacious as ever at 79, was still living in Washington. Widower Ashurst is...
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