Your lips tell me no, no,
But there's yes, yes in your eyes.
No man could say that General Ike Eisenhower had so much as cleared his throat to help the Eisenhower-for-President boom. But there was a sparkle in his eye.
Last week, in Washington, he held a press conference at the insistence of War Department reporters. In his big, deep-carpeted office, Ike blandly assumed that they wanted to hear about his recent Army inspection trip, and began talking.
He was soon stopped. A newsman asked for comment on an Eisenhower-for-President club which had recently sprung up in the capital, complete with secretaries and literature....