PRESIDENCY: Last Call

The hottest week of the summer broke over Washington in a wave. Heat glazed the great white buildings, shimmered above the empty streets. President Roosevelt, sweating like the humblest Government employe, held his press conference in the stifling Executive office, worked in his shirt sleeves at his desk in the oval study. The historic summer of 1940—historic if historians of the future would be permitted to write as they have in the past—mounted to its climax, as hot as the summer when the aging Buchanan decided there was nothing he could do...