Wendell Willkie began in earnest the long, uphill fight to win the GOPresidential nomination. His special car, so ancient a Pullman that the Union Pacific refused to hitch it to the super-streamlined City of San Francisco, rumbled west from Chicago behind the Overland Limited.
This was no feverish campaign special. Four reporters were aboard, but no brain-trusters. There were no mammoth prearranged parades or bunting-draped cities. Like the other passengers, Willkie took his meals in the diner, spent most of his spare hours at his favorite pastimeĀ talking and arguing with a few friends....
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