Was it a sight? Was it a sound? Was it a scent? It was all these, and more. It was a national state of mind. For suddenly the 1962 political campaigns were in full swing. With primaries in Massachusetts and conventions in New York, the nominees had been chosen in nearly all the nation's major races. Now the candidates jostled and shouted. Now challenges for TV debates fluttered through the air like autumn leaves. Now came the inevitable pictures of politicians with Indians—or factory workers, or coal miners, or bathing beauties. Now the...
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