"Here comes the bride," sang the host, a tall, genial man standing in the cabin with a highball in his hand, the very picture of relaxation. And when Lady Bird appeared, smiling tolerantly, he planted a resounding husband's kiss on her cheek. Later, he resumed his attentions to his guests—among them, two of the some dozen slightly incredulous members of the Washington press corps. They were all down on the L.B.J. ranch in Texas by invitation of the President, and it was a weekend none of them is likely to forget.
If there was...
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