Ohio's dignified Senator John Bricker walked briskly toward the tiled subway under the Senate Office Building. With him was J. H. Macomber, Expenditures Committee clerk. As they approached the little monorail, open-top trolley that trundles Senators to the Capitol, a shot split the air. Bricker and Macomber whirled. About 15 steps behind them, they saw a grey, sharp-faced little man frantically breaking open a smoking, single-shot target pistol to reload.
Bricker and Macomber sprinted for the car. Roared the Senator: "Let's get the hell outa here! There's a crazy man back there. . . . Get a move on, boy!"
While Bricker scrunched...
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