The polling place in the Manhattan public school was jammed. Swarming photographers and reporters awaited the arrival of the President-apparent. As police sirens wailed, bystanders craned and pushed for a glimpse of the man everyone expected to become the 33rd President of the United States. Applause spattered about him as Governor Thomas Edmund Dewey stepped from his car.
While flashbulbs popped, Dewey signed the registration book, then strode to the polling booth. "You fellows all set?" he asked amiably. The babble was deafening. Dewey blew his nose, flicked something out of his...
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