National Affairs: Vigil on Astor Street

Farewell, my friends—farewell and hail! I'm off to seek the Holy Grail.

I cannot tell you why.

Remember, please, when I am gone, 'Twas aspiration led me on. Tiddlely, widdlely, tootle-oo. All I want is to stay with you.

But here I go. Goodbye.

—Clarence Day

Three days before he was nominated, Adlai Stevenson went to earth at the William McCormick Blair home on Chicago's most aristocratic lane, elm-shrouded Astor Street. What happened after that was enough to make Gold Coast matrons stare as they strolled by with their neatly clipped poodles and haughty Chihuahuas.


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