Word: mr
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...possible men which President Roosevelt is studying now, every one has some handicap which would make the President hesitate before naming him. Against Professor Frankfurter there are only two bad points from the White House point of view. The first is that during the bitter fight last year, when Mr. Roosevelt's plan to pack the Supreme Court was engaging the interest of the country Professor Frankfurter refused to stand at Armageddon and do battle for the Sage of Hyde Park...
...deep-dyed a liberal as the President could wish for, nevertheless he (the Professor, that is) has a conscience, and the thought of using the sophisticated argument that the Justices were so old they needed six additional associates, was more than he could stomach. Or perhaps the memory of Mr. Justice Holmes, in full possession of his faculties at the age of 91, was too fresh. In any event, Professor Frankfurter did not support the Court packing plan, and the President was deeply wounded...
...evidence that this breach is healed. In the early Fall Professor Frankfurter was a week-end guest at Hyde Park and everyone seemed happy and friendly at that time. Also there has been no dimunition in the stream of Bright Young Men which the Professor propels toward Washington, and Mr. Frankfurter's advice is again eagerly sought by the President, it is understood on good authority...
...Wizard of Langdell Hall, is that he is not a Westerner. The West has been becoming more clamorous recently in their demand for a Supreme Court Justice. Never in the history of the country has a man born west of the Mississippi River been appointed to the Supreme Tribunal. Mr. Justice Sutherland, who is listed as hailing from Utah, was born in England, and Mr. Justice Field, who held sway during the seventies and eighties, although he was registered from California, really was an Eastern invader from new York...
...Vagabond sloshed home and he couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Frost. He was cavalier. He wasn't scholarly. He was almost home-spun. He was definitely provincial, definitely New England. Yet any man with that twinkle in his eye, with that simplicity that couldn't be dismissed must be eminently wise. The Vagabond wishes he could hear Mr. Frost more often. Every time he sees the birch trees he will think of that lecture and the next time the poet of New England comes to Harvard the Vagabond will be there, sitting in the front...