Some of the professional political handicappers and the sharper railbirds among the newsmen last week made out their form sheets on the Republican Convention. There were many imponderables. For one thing, no trainer or stable manager had complete confidence that his entry could be brought home in front with the needed 548 delegates (a simple majority of the 1,094 total). For another thing, while it looked like a Dewey-Vandenberg horse race on form, one of the entries was probably not going to start running until about the three-quarters pole. But handicappers agreed, almost to a man, on the way...
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