As the Democratic National Committee gathered in the grand ballroom of Chicago's Sheraton-Blackstone Hotel at week's end for the usual convention epilogue, Utah Committeeman Calvin Rawlings dutifully offered a resolution praising National Committee Chairman Paul M. Butler for the 1956 convention arrangements. Other committee members rose to add their praise. Suddenly, slender, intense Paul Butler was sobbing. When the white-haired Indianan had regained control of himself, he faced the committee. "I'm sure you do not realize," he said as his voice caught in his throat, "are writing my political epitaph. In a moment,...
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