Democratic alibis piled up thicker than mites on a slab of old store cheese. The Bronx election was a special case, of course; but it was, nevertheless, a resounding Democratic defeat. The fact was that the Democrats had fallen on their faces when they had every reason, and every precedent, for staying on their feet. They had tripped, almost absentmindedly, over Henry Wallace's highly emotional appeal to the very poor, the huddled minorities, and the tightly knit Communists.
The Bronx's 24th Congressional District fronts on the filthy, fast-running East River. It is...
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