WITH THE GROWING RUMORS THAT President Roosevelt would attempt to break the two-term tradition in the Presidency to seek a third term, it was necessary to take a second and deeper look at this man who had made friends and enemies with a prodigal hand. While the March of Dimes and the balls and parties were being given for the Infantile Paralysis Campaign which marked his fifty- eighth birthday, he was perceptibly grayer, but the cigarette in its holder was at the same jaunty angle after seven long years. He showed no evidence as he lounged at his knickknack-covered desk that the Presidency had him licked. He laughed and exchanged repartee with the best wisecrackers; his health was excellent, his spirits high; and he had enough stamina, it seemed, for another decade in active politics.
You had to see him close up to remember at all that he had been an invalid who had struggled seven long years' to regain his health and who was unable to walk alone. To the world, he was the symbol of democracy and his life was the material of which historic epics were written. Year in and