Properly togged in white ties and apprehensive grins, official Washington turned out in the Presidential Room of the Statler-Hilton hotel for its annual roasting by the 50 newsmen of the Gridiron Club. Just about every big shot in earshot got done to a turn. But the griddle was never hotter than when Attorney General Robert Kennedy was asked about his refinement of the art of Cuban ransom raising.
To the tune of I Kiss Your Hand, Madame, the stage Bobby crooned an answer:
I haven't any right, my friends,
To do the things I...
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