Delegates to the National Association of Ice Industries convention, held last week in the Presidential Room of Washington's Hotel Statler, were listening stolidly to a lecture on methods of increasing sales when a familiar-looking man walked, grinning, into their midst. For a moment they simply goggled. Then they jumped to their feet, to a man, yelping with excitement. Ex-Iceman Ike Eisenhower had decided, on the spur of the moment, to drop in and see if "the bosses in this industry . . . look as coldhearted as my boss used to look [when] my job . . . was...
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