Four years ago, after her husband became governor of Oklahoma, Mrs. Johnston Murray complained that her swollen right hand was nearly paralyzed from shaking hands with more than 100,000 persons along the campaign trail. But that was nothing to faze red-haired Willie (Roberta) Murray. No sooner was she well settled in the governor's mansion than she started holding weekly open houses, standing at the front door and clicking off (on a counter concealed in her left hand) the assorted Indians, oil drillers and schoolmarms who trooped past. By last count. Willie's tabulation...
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