Alone with a microphone, after all the crowds, the shouts, the flaring lights, Alf Landon spoke in a voice surprisingly calm and deep. It grew ever quieter, slower, more halting as he reached the close of his election eve broadcast, last speech of his campaign. "Our healing . . . will be revealed by the still small voicethat speaks to the conscienceand the heart prompting us to a widerand wiser humanity." On came the voice of the announcer, reverent and tender, as if speaking the epilog of a sad and stirring drama: "And...
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