Like two dogs who feel they have an urgent appointment with a rabbit, the two major party candidates for President last week coursed hither and yon, frantically nosing crisscross tracks which to their nostrils had a delicious odor of election. Every time the scent turned and twisted, the two hounds raised their heads and bayed for the delectation of the countryside. Alf Landon's course, starting from Philadelphia, doubled back to Pittsburgh, veered to Newark. N. J., swept into Manhattan (where at the old-fashioned Murray Hill Hotel he met Al Smith for the first...
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