In the hot Aiken county courthouse, eleven South Carolina candidates sat patiently in the jury box as a twelfth exhorted the apathetic, shirt-sleeved crowd. Doggedly, a big-nosed man named Marcus Aurelius Stone lit into a rival candidate for governor. "Jimmy Byrnes played poodle dog to Molotov," cried Stone. "We'd won the ball game when Mr. Byrnes fumbled the ball and lost the game . . . But one thing he has never lost is his prestige. If he does go to town, there is an editorial. If he doesn't go to town, there is an editorial." Mr. Stone sat...
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