JAMES JACKSON KILPATRICK combining Welch’s grape juice with pulverized banana. Inside the dining room, the break- fasters seemed to be mostly white, middle-aged, and middle upper in- come. At 10:15, when the Romneys entered the hall, the crowd broke into
a friendly chant of “We Want Rom- ney,’ but this was something less than hot emotion suddenly unleashed. Nobody stood on his chair. Lenore, her right arm in a sling, waved hap- pily with her left hand. The candi- date, blue-shirted, dark-tied, worked his way through the crowd, his hand pumping, his face beaming. When Romney beams it is like looking at light bulbs. A benevolent God blessed him with teeth as pearly as a per- fect ear of corn. Fearless Fosdick Runs Again




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