William Harriman took the news of his upcoming replacement in silence. He had known it was coming for a long time. With a calm voice, he asked the messenger to leave. He stood and walked to the telephone, slowly dialing a number he knew well, yet had never used. "Hello, Bill, how are you today?"
Henry Wallace slammed his fist on the table as the election results came in. He had been slaughtered, receiving less than 3% of the vote and carrying a grand total of zero states. It was time to take matters into his own hands. Screw the voters. Just as he grabbed his keys and moved to the door, the phone rang. He picked up, and a voice on the other side spoke in a scratchy voice. "Hello, Henry, how are you today?" Wallace grinned.