While Taft and Eisenhower dueled on the front pages for headlines and votes, the third man bustled quietly around the country. Tennessee's Democratic Senator Estes Kefauver, coonskin cap a-perk on his head, pretty wife smiling at his side, was convincing thousands at the fork of the crick that he was THE Democratic candidate for the presidency. In the five weeks since carrying the New Hampshire primary, he had proved himself a truly magnificent handshaker, fried chicken eater, baby admirer, Kiwanis hypnotizer and a past master of the big platitude.
Kefauver exuded energy,...
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