It was a week to gladden the hardest-hearted politician; from coast to coast the trombones blasted out, the bunting rippled, the political speakers roared. Thousands of chickens made the supreme sacrifice, turned up as patties and croquettes on thousands of tables at Lincoln Day dinners and Democratic rallies. In Washington, at a wingding sponsored by the D.C. League of Republican Women Voters, Dick and Pat Nixon listened without a wince to a chorus of college girls who shrilly serenaded them with a new song, to the tune of Clementine:
Out of Calif., to...
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