Tom Dewey, dressed in sweater and grey flannels, played golf last week† to relax from the first round of his campaign, and studied ring technique to prepare for his next. The question he faced: should he try to outbox Franklin Roosevelt, or to out-slug him?
On his 8,545-mile cross-country trip, he had been content to jab steadily, pushing the champ off balance, until Franklin Roosevelt came out with his old haymaking right hook. (TIME, Oct. 2). Even then, Tom Dewey labeled his own slugging back at Oklahoma City a "digression." But that toe-to-toe...
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