Scurrying from caucus room to caucus room in search of his mislaid presidential nomination, Candidate Adlai Stevenson allowed himself to be poked, prodded, pushed and paraded until he felt, as he put it, like a prize Angus on display. Occasionally he asked one of his aides: "How am I doing?" The reply was invariably: "Fine, Governor." That was all Stevenson knew or needed to know while managers worked desperately behind the scenes last week to put out the flames that Harry Truman had torched by spurning Stevenson and declaring for Averell Harriman (TIME,...
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