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Died. Viscount Astor, 73, onetime (1939-44) Lord Mayor of Plymouth, newspaper executive (the London Observer); of asthma; in Cliveden. A New York-born great-great-grandson of John Jacob Astor, he became a British subject when his father was naturalized in 1899, later married tart-tongued Nancy Witcher Langhorne of Greenwood, Va., who became the first woman to sit in the House of Commons (1919-45). Said he: "When I married Nancy, I hitched my wagon to a star; when she got into the House of Commons, I found I had hitched my wagon to a sort...
Just after midnight of the third day, the vigil on Astor Street ended. The convention had spoken, and the nominee strode before the microphones on grandmother Bowen's veranda. His first words were for the reporters and photographers: "First let me say how much I regret the inconvenience that all of you newsmen have suffered." Then he turned to the subject of the hour: "... I have never been more conscious of the appalling responsibilities of the office. I did not seek it. I did not want it. I am, however, persuaded that to shirk it, to evade, to decline...
Then the nominee's caravan moved off to convention hall. Before long, Astor Street was quiet again, except for the excited buzzing of the well-modulated voices in the mansions along the street. That would go on for quite a while...
...would ruin the country." But last week she penned a carefully worded note: "Dear Adlai, Congratulations to the Democratic Party for choosing the finest available Democrat ... All good wishes to you personally." She handed it to a family friend who carried it just four doors up Chicago's Astor Street from her home to the Blair house, where the governor had established his waiting headquarters. After he read the note, a happy Stevenson scribbled a reply on the envelope and sent it back to her. "That's grand," he wrote. "Many thanks...
...caught by an enterprising ABC camera crew through a crack in the wall of the caucus room. ¶ Senator Paul Douglas, hoarse-voiced and face twisted with emotion, shouting for recognition on his motion to adjourn before the balloting could begin. ¶ Democratic Nominee Adlai Stevenson, emerging from the Astor Street house where he had waited out the convention's decision. For three days a modern journalistic army had bivouacked in the quiet, aristocratic street, setting up a battery of portable telephones and mobile TV transmitters, festooning the elm trees with dangling cables, lights, microphones and reflectors (see NATIONAL...