Pretty, 29-year-old Mrs. Clifford L. Ashton, of Salt Lake City, wanted two things very badly: 1) to get her lieutenant husband out of the Army; 2) to get him a good postwar job. An upcoming election for four city judgeships looked best to her, so she entered his name, set out to get him elected.
She began by writing several hundred letters, phoned far & wide. Professional politicians snorted at such feminine amateurishness. But strangers, intrigued by the idea of a wife campaigning for a husband in the Philippines, offered money (which she refused),...
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