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Westward to get this news flew a covey of G. O. P. professionals: National Chairman Joe Martin, General Counsel Henry Prather Fletcher, Executive Director John D. M. Hamilton, several others. They found Wendell Willkie on the sixth floor of The Broadmoor hotel, having the time of his life. In shirt sleeves, crinkled trousers, bedroom slippers he worked, read, chatted amid a continual clatter of a dozen typists (two days behind on 600 incoming wires and letters per day), incessant callers, whanging telephones (The Broadmoor had to install a special Willkie switchboard). He left his spacious suite (three rooms...
...auditorium. The audience chattering, the band playing, the smell of fresh pine lumber, were mindful of a circus. Over the delegates, like a cumulus cloud, hung a battery of loudspeakers shrouded in gauze. The voice of a man amplified to unearthliness rumbled through the hall. Chairman Henry Prather Fletcher, a midget in white, stood in a blaze of golden light from batteries of lights above his head. Everywhere cigaret smoke curled through the blue beams of eight great floodlights glaring down from the murk upon the G. O. P.'s quadrennial passion play of politics...
...safe. This thought did not appear so frightening to Senator Vandenberg. Snorted he: "If the farmer who made that $298.000 for not planting so many thousands of acres of cotton has a daughter, she must be a girl without a soul. That farmer was a corporation." Republican Chairman Henry Prather Fletcher chimed in: "It is unbecoming to the Secretary of Agriculture to behave and talk as though he were playing a low comedy role in vaudeville." Promptly Secretary Wallace explained in his Iowa drawl that he had said the "farmer's dollar," not the "farmer's daughter...
When the White House had announced that Franklin Roosevelt was to duplicate the unique performance of Woodrow Wilson in addressing a night session of Congress,* Republicans had sent up a terrific squawk. Shrieked Republican Chairman Henry Prather Fletcher: "Politics!" To secure unanimous consent to reconvene, the Democratic House leadership had to pay the Republicans a small price: a GOPhilippic by tubby, pudding-jowled Minority house Leader Bertrand Hollis ("Bert") Snell, which was also broadcast. Swelling with professional resentment at the President's extraordinary program, the New Yorker, who shepherds the forlorn 104 Republicans of the House, cried: "Why this...
...public is of the opinion that a candidate may be defeated, then, in the lexicon of politics, it becomes a possibility that he can be beaten. Last fortnight the silver-haired ex-diplomat, Henry Prather Fletcher, who has been far from a diplomatic success as Republican National Chairman, marched to the microphone, as he has not done in months, and cried over the air: "It has been wisecracked that you cannot eat the Constitution. You can't, nor can you eat the Bible, or the Golden Rule, or the Ten Commandments, or the deed to your property, or your...