Clicking like a Geiger counter from his own political H-bomb test, toughened by 2½ months of speeches, missed meals and one-night stands, striking out on his own after listening overlong to his managers, harried but gentle, angry but optimistic, Adlai Stevenson plunged last week into the homestretch of the 1956 campaign.
In his search for the magic kernel still missing from his campaign, Stevenson picked and shucked issues like a corn husker. His big try was the H-bomb, but as he ranged across the land from New York to Illinois to California...
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