THE MISANTHROPE’S CORNER ■

WHEN Geraldine Ferraro ran for vice president in 1984 I was bombarded with requests for articles on how women would react to her. Now Campaign 2000 is threatening to turn into a political bakeoff, but so far nobody has asked me to write about Elizabeth Dole. It’s just as well because I couldn’t possibly do it.

In the first place, I don’t have any notes on her. After her ding-a-ling performance at the 1996 GOP convention I dutifully started a file called E. Doli so as not to mix her up in her husband’s (poorbob-dole.com), but the only thing in it is the envelope from an old gas bill on which I scrawled: “Betty Crocker before they made her look ethnic.”

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Florence King was a contributing editor of National Review.

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WHEN Geraldine Ferraro ran for vice president in 1984 I was bombarded with requests for articles on how women would react to her. Now Campaign 2000 is threatening to turn into a political bakeoff, but so far nobody has asked me to write about Elizabeth Dole. It’s just as well because I couldn’t possibly do it.

In the first place, I don’t have any notes on her. After her ding-a-ling performance at the 1996 GOP convention I dutifully started a file called E. Doli so as not to mix her up in her husband’s (poorbob-dole.com), but the only thing in it is the envelope from an old gas bill on which I scrawled: “Betty Crocker before they made her look ethnic.”