At 6:15 p.m. the debaters in Room 222 of the parish house of Minneapolis' Central Lutheran Church sent out for sandwiches. At 8:30 a rumpled young minister emerged to empty a piled-high wastebasket. At 9 130 another minister came out in his stocking feet, tieless and bleary-eyed. "They are still quibbling over two words," he said. Twenty-five minutes later the door opened again and the U.S.'s No. i Protestant churchman stood there, his 6-ft., 1½-in. frame a little more stooped than usual and his face a little paler.
"It was touch and go," said...
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