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Something, Sweet Something. Many of his colleagues wondered too. To make his point, Churchill heckled, stormed, pleaded, reasoned, even thumbed his nose and stuck out his tongue. From his front-row seat, a few square inches of green leather on the front bench, he loved to distract opponents by rumbling softly to himself while they were speaking, but reacted violently to interruption of his own words...
There were some ordinarily Republican faces in the Democratic crowd. At the head table sat longtime Republican Henry Ford II, who has announced he will support Johnson in November but who had never before attended a Democratic fund-raising affair. At a front-row table sat John Gordon, president of General Motors Corp., and seven of his top executives. Cracked the President: "I am proud and inspired and stimulated that there is a Ford in my future. And with Jack Gordon here to night, I hope there is a Chevrolet. Lady Bird and I have waited so, so long...
Only 15 minutes remained before voting time. Illinois Republican Everett McKinley Dirksen, 68, the Senate's minority leader, arose slowly from his front-row desk. He was the man most were waiting to hear, not merely because he is the Senate's most practiced and professional orator but largely because he is the shrewd, patient negotiator whose efforts, perhaps more than anyone else's, had made a favorable cloture vote likely. With great deliberation Dirksen took off his tortoise-shell spectacles, revealing his sad, bloodhound eyes underlined by deep, dark pouches. In his massive left hand, its little finger flourishing...
Ethel Kennedy showed up for a front-row seat. So did James Meredith and Dowager Alice Roosevelt Longworth, who chirped: "I wanted to get the smell of it." Even Caroline Kennedy's White House kindergarten teacher was there. The Valachi hearings were plainly the place to go in Washington last week. But they were still a pretty shabby show, with Hoodlum Joseph Valachi, 60, being fawned over merely because he had turned squealer...
...shows in ten days. At each, there was the usual crush to get in; flowers fell from vases and were trampled under stiletto heels; ordinarily well-bred ladies pinned oldtime friends to the salon walls, picked their pockets for the proper credentials, and raced upstairs to jockey for front-row seats...