Last week G. O. P.'s Wendell Willkie got some more rest. He lolled on the lawns and terraces of the famous Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs. He flew over the tawny Colorado Rockies (from Central City, where he attended a frontier music festival, to Denver, where he chinned with stockmen and sugar-beet growers). He puttered around the International Typographical Union's stock farm, chumming up to Holstein-Friesian cattle. He chatted with the San Francisco Chronicle's bumptious young Editor Paul Smith. He talked campaign strategy with Colorado's Governor Carr, Iowa's farm-minded Governor Wilson, National...
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