As he landed in Chicago for the big day, Richard Nixon ran slam-bang into one of the biggest, loudest crowds that ever greeted a candidate. Perspiring throngs clawed and pushed at him. Nixon placards rose and spun in the humid air, confetti cascaded down from hotel rooms, and the traffic din from Lake Shore Drive fell to a whisper under the tumult in the streets. Squeezing through the tight throngs, Nixon found safety at last in his Sheraton-Blackstone Hotel suite. But it was a safety of sorts. Beneath the clamor and the...
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