It was the eve of one of the bitterest New York Democratic Conventions in memory. Delegates from all over the State milled through Brooklyn's Hotel St. George, checking in, registering, spilling over into nearby bars and grills. Late into the night they went for the big steaks and big gossip at the tables in Joe's Restaurant, Gage and Tollner's, Grogan's. They were waiting for the word.
Across the East River, in Manhattan's Biltmore Hotel, the party's leaders met behind closed doors in urgent conference. The table, set for 30, was decorated with gladioli. The...
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