If a Hollywood idea man had visited Manhattan's federal courthouse last week, he could have walked away with all the makings of a grade B movie script, complete with a theatrical producer, a dark-haired charmer trying to entice information out of him, and a sizable batch (89 pages) of ready-made dialogue. The script didn't quite turn out according to plan.
In the courtroom where for 32 patience-grinding weeks eleven Communist leaders have been on trial for conspiring to teach and advocate overthrow of the U.S. Government by force, defense lawyers melodramatically moved for a mistrial. They charged that the pudgy, moonfaced man...
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