On the cold morning after Minnesota's presidential primary, Adlai Stevenson rose early at his farm near Libertyville, Ill., stuffed his shaving kit and a pair of pajamas into his briefcase, hurried downstairs and left a penciled note for a house guest. "Sorry I had no chance to visit with you," he wrote, "but I must go into town and get to work. We've just begun to fight!—Yours, A.E.S."
For Phrasemaker Stevenson, the phrase was trite, but it was true. On that morning last March the political figure of Adlai Stevenson, hit hard...
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