Hubert Humphrey's twelve-car motorcade was zipping across the Brooklyn Bridge one afternoon last week when suddenly the phone began to ring in the communications car ahead of him. The caller waswell, who else would telephone somebody in the middle of Brooklyn Bridge? Hubert ordered the procession to a halt when he got off the bridge, rushed up to the phone for a four-minute chat. "We had a great day," he beamed, "a terrific day here in New York, Mr. President."
Carrying the Burden. Lyndon Johnson really needn't have worried about how his running mate was faring in the big city. Stumping three...
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