Tom Dewey's automobile reached Pawling Village, 105 miles from Albany, at 4 p.m., exactly on schedule. Pawling was ready, too. The wood-pillared front porch of the 58-year-old Dutcher Hotel was bunting-draped. In the tree-shaded park behind itwhich looks like all U.S. village parks from Idaho to Georgia1,000 people crowded behind the roped-off lanes. Men, coatless on the hot day, women in summer frocks and bare legs, young girls in pinafores and bobby socks, waited for a look at their famous neighbor, the man who owns the 486-acre Dapplemere place two miles outside...
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