In Twin Falls, Idaho, Vice President Spiro T. Agnew attended a cocktail party for the men he has often used as foils: the reporters who cover him. Relaxed, smiling and exchanging wisecracks, he accepted the gag gift of a policeman's whistle from newsmen. That night, as he was heckled at the College of Southern Idaho, Agnew suddenly blew a piercing blast with his new toy and shouted: "Wrong!" The startled audience gasped, then broke into loud applause.
Bursting into a swimsuit factory in Passaic, N.J., Sargent Shriver merrily shook hands with sewing-machine operators, accepted...
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