When I was a young man, courting the
girls,
I played me a waiting game. If a maid refused me with tossing curls, I let the old earth take a couple of
whirls . . . And as time came around, she came
my way,
As time came around, she came . . . —September Song
One morning last week, Missouri's Senator Stuart Symington made a polite, lojjg-distance telephone call to Independence, Mo. His strategy to win the Democratic presidential nomination—to play a waiting game while his more eager rivals bled each other white in the state...
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