In Uvalde, Texas, chunky John Nance Garner took inquisitive Cartoonist Reg Manning, of the Phoenix Arizona Republic, into the chicken yard behind his buff-brick house, pointed a stubby finger at his fowls (that come a-running when he calls), said: "If I am called, I will run."
Few days later, the Vice President decided he had been called. It was the coldest day of the year: South Texas hunters knew deer would be running by the next dawn. While Lucas Zamora, the Mexican yard man, hung precariously in the tops of the live oaks,...
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