In a yellow Lincoln convertible, at the head of a 17-car motorcade, Ike and Mamie drove to the convention hall through Chicago's grey and bedraggled warehouse and stockyards district. Ike had been ordered not to stand in his car, because the streets were bumpy, but when he spotted a small boy jumping up & down on the curb, trying to see him, the general stood up and waved. When the car bumped across some trolley tracks, Ike was almost thrown, but Mamie reached up and supported him. TV cameras stationed along the way, together with mobile camera units, showed Ike's progress...
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