In south Georgia the piney woods were green, yellow forsythia buds were breaking open, and the camelliaspink, red and whitewere in full glory. The buoyancy of spring was on the land, and Dwight Eisenhower, fresh in from Washington, was a man eminently in tune with his environment. From the moment he stepped out of the Columbine at Moultrie at midweek, the President's progress was reminiscent of the heady days of the 1952 campaign.
Standing up through the open roof panel of his black Chrysler Imperial, Ike enthusiastically acknowledged the cheers of the crowds...
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