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Rattlesnake Strategy. "I do not propose," Hoover went on, "that we retreat into 'our shell like a turtle." Then his old gift for the precisely wrong word asserted itself: "I do propose the deadly reprisal strategy of a rattlesnake." To do this "within our economic capacities," he asked for an end of great U.S. ground armies. "The sure defense of London, New York and Paris is the fear of counterattack on Moscow from the air." He was interrupted 71 times by applause, yells and cheers. When he finished his speech-"I pray [to God] to strengthen your hands...
...first notes of California, Here I Come, the big, restless evening-session crowds came to their feet on the floor and in the galleries. Politicos on the platform turned, beaming and clapping. And there was former President Herbert Hoover, walking with an old man's slow and careful step. About him burst a deafening roar of applause. It went...
Night Among Friends. The old gentleman smiled a cautious smile, lifted a hand in greeting, and stood holding himself stiffly erect, almost as if overwhelmed by the sound. Herbert Hoover was 77. Time had whitened his hair, turned his cheeks a flaming pink, and softened the lines of his face. For 20 years he had suffered, with dignity and without complaint, an auto da fé of criticism such as few men, even in public life, have ever endured. But this was his night among friends, his night for the homage due an ancient warrior. The uproar lasted...
When National Chairman Guy Gabrielson approached Hoover, amid the clamor, to present him with a gold medal of appreciation, tears started in the old man's eyes. Finally the sound died down, the convention went on. Mr. Hoover walked slowly to the rear of the platform, his medal pinned on his coat, and eased himself down on a chair with the air of a man whose work is finally done...
...sight of Committee Secretary Mrs. Charles Howard slipping off her shoes before advancing to the rostrum. Its microphones eavesdropped on some private remarks, e.g., Mrs. Howard to National Committee Chairman Guy Gabrielson: "No, dear, I know that I'm supposed to read it down to here"; and Herbert Hoover to the operator of the stalled Teleprompter from which he read his speech...