The queues in Atlantic City's expensive restaurants were never longer, the prices never higher, the exhibits never gaudier. The conventioneers were plied with free drinks, free cigarets, free gadgets, fan dances. To oldtimers, the American Medical Association's 100th anniversary convention last week seemed to be its biggest and most star-spangled.
Thoroughly relaxed, A.M.A.'s delegates gossiped, gamboled and, for a few days, found nothing much to argue about. But by convention's end, some solemn business demanded attention after all. One grim reminder was a pair of radioactive goats (survivors of Bikini) munching hay in the exhibition hall. Another was an appeal by Secretary...
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