Until he came to Chicago, Ike Eisenhower had never been within buttonholing distance of a national political convention. But he caught the fever almost from the moment he forted up in his suite at the Blackstone Hotel on Saturday before the big show began. And like anyone else at his first convention, Ike discovered that some mighty odd characters are swept along by the human tides that flow noisily in & out of political headquarters.
Crackpots hustled in by the dozens to give him the benefit of grandiose schemes for victory. One announced that...
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