Chix, Kix, Pix Nix
It was bound to happen. While Nelson Rockefeller went west, plans were laid for an amiable little bushwhacking of the governor right here in his own bailiwick. Although the Rockefeller safari to California was marked by such gaffes as the press-conference kafoofle and the right brass band at the wrong airport, the grand opening of New Yorkers For Nixon came off very smoothly indeed. There were kleig lights, beribboned pretty-girls, Celebrities, Sousa marches, cider and doughnuts, and a big, enthusiastic crowd of Nice People.
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