New York: How Long Are the Coattails?

The candidate forlornly scanned the quiet streets of Watertown, spotted a few homebound workers strolling out of the New York Air Brake Co., and practically broke into a gallop as he headed their way. His smile crinkled, his blue eyes twinkled, and his right hand shot out. One worker nearly got by, and the candidate went after him like a middle linebacker. "Pretty near missed you," he cried. Another worker poked his head out the door and asked, "Is Kennedy here?" Somehow, Kenneth Barnard Keating,...

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