At the Democratic National Convention, Fritz Mondale rashly promised to put in more hours politicking each day than even his indefatigable running mate, Jimmy Carter. Last week, after rising before the sun, Mondale formally began his part of the Democratic campaign at Washington's National Airport, enthusiastically shaking every profferred hand—and even a mechanic's leg that was dangling from an airplane's cargo hold. Then he boarded a chartered Boeing 727 to begin a weeklong, dawn-to-midnight campaign swing that took him to 14 cities in eleven states. But at midweek, when his speeches began going...
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