




The twenty-eighth of February, Orlando: fifty-one days after the ban he stands in front of a crowd again, and the hall is on its feet before he reaches the lectern. An effigy of him — life-size, polished to a mirror — is wheeled across the carpet on a trolley and photographed all afternoon. The hall votes on who should lead it in three years and gives him fifty-five in every hundred. Of all of it his own office writes down nothing. The paper record for the week is two notes of correspondence: a senator from Kansas, and a young man from Ohio running against one of the ten who crossed the floor.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 298. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…