On April 27, 1951, I stood in the window of a high school building in Milwaukee, watching (I was assured) the next President of the United States drive by through cheering crowds. The night before, in Chicago, he had addressed 55,000 people who turned out in drafty Soldier Field despite chilly weather. Before reaching Milwaukee, he had passed people, clustered all along his route, who broke into applause at the sight of his car.
It had been this way all over the nation, ever since Governor Earl Warren and half a million people turned out to meet General Douglas MacArthur in...
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