A drunk caught a glimpse of the rumpled, hatless man entering the hotel and shouted: "Why, there's old Henry! He looks like a herring." Heaving round, the drunk padded through the side door into the empty lobby of Cedar Rapids' Allison Hotel. Presidential Candidate Henry Wallace came through the main door. The drunk grabbed Henry's limp hand and cheerily pumped it. Wallace gave him a sour look, yanked his hand free, and retreated to the hotel barbershop.
Back in his native Iowa with his third-party campaign, Wallace slogged along on his crusade....
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