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IN SUCH AN HOUR by Mary Egbert White Senator Willow Willobee
Charles Ames Dear Mr. Ames:
Since the turn of our old 20th century, I've made some iffy remarks here in poor old cracking-up Washington, but if I said something in a speech on our ever-shifting Senate Floor last evening that I should apologize for, it didn't, of course, seem that way in my briefly addled mind at the time. I may never understand that "self" that suddenly spoke-up, for all the right reasons - nor what was happening in my head, but I have never in my life been so suddenly out of control until last P.M. Why should you or anyone want to know more about a shrieking black senator's mouthful? (Where were our Golden Years?) That tirade of mine in the Senate shocked me - all the words even as I said the - what an explosion! I'm still shaking, and I don't mean because of our jumpy floor in the Senate. I'm simply amazed at myself because I rarely make blunders on the Floor. What did I say?
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