When their editors first suggested that Washington Post Reporters Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward team up on the Watergate story, neither exactly danced on the city desk. The dissimilarities of the two junior reporters boded a stormy working partnership. To Bernstein, 30, a University of Maryland dropout, Woodward was a smooth Yalie who drove a 1970 Karmann-Ghia and smelled of ivied clubs. To Woodward, also 30, the shaggy Bernstein symbolized one of those unseemly counterculture journalists. But when they accepted the Pulitzer Prize in May 1973 for...
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