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"Puddin'! Sugar Puddin'!" sang a husky feminine voice from the bedroom. A moment later Jane Barkley, a full-blown figure of a woman in scarlet housecoat, her hair in disarray, burst on to the side porch. "Look," she said, "I've got Mamie Eisenhower's bangs." Alben Barkley rose from his chair, tilted his wife's tousled head in his big hands, and smiled. "Well," he said, "you're prettier than she is."
Jane Barkley laughed and rustled back inside to a Paducah beautician who had come to get her all fixed up for the Democratic Convention. Her...
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