President Taft came to the Radisson for breakfast once; must have lasted three hours. This is the Gold Room, the premier meeting hall in the hotel; in 70 years the place would be full of the hoi polloi, pawing over the dishes and sheets and other liquidation items.

Taft is the black-clad white blob to the right of the guy in the light suit. The guy who's probably regretting that light suit. A lot.