Outside the Senate's caucus room the late arrivals queued up in droves, box lunches in hand. Inside, the advance guard filled every one of the 555 seats, spilled out into the aisles, perched on the window ledges and fixed the members of the Senate's Interstate Commerce Committee with a battery of baleful eyes. They were the drysthe dogged disciples of old Andy Volstead and Bishop James Cannon and they had come to launch a new attack on the iniquities of demon rum.
They stoutly insisted that they were not urging a return to Prohibition this time. They simply wanted to...
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