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...Daniel Evans, gave the party a "very, very broad base." From this base, the G.O.P. hopes to catapult its candidate into the White House two years from now. That is quite a remarkable ambition, in view of the party's recent and desperate shortage of attractive national candidates. Suddenly, Bliss sees "a refreshing number of names," most of them belonging to moderates with immoderate ambitions. "The tremendous victories of all the potential presidential candidates confuse the 1968 picture a bit," said Nebraska's Republican National Committeeman Don Ross, adding: "It's a helluva nice way to be confused." Lyndon Johnson...
Sitting back in a Washington hotel room, Republican National Chairman Ray Bliss smiled the kind of smile that had hardly creased his face in two years. "This press conference," he said, "will be a little different from my first one, when you were asking me if the Republican Party would survive." If that question seemed germane in the wake of Lyndon Johnson's 1964 landslide, it was definitively answered last week. "It looks to me," beamed Bliss, "as if we have a very live elephant...
...also went to Asia as an American politician whose party is embroiled in a major campaign, knowing well that the voters' decisions next week will be examined as closely by Ho Chi Minh, looking for indications of U.S. irresolution about the war, as by G.O.P. Chairman Ray Bliss...
...delicately outraged as a piece of fine cracked china, plays the neglected bourgeois wife of bumptious Robert Morley. In revenge, she undertakes a night on the town with Neighbor Alec Guinness. The sly old seducer lures her to a disreputable inn where-true to formula-his promised evening of bliss ends up as a harmless orgy of slammed doors and mistaken identity, climaxed by a chase involving a fat lady, a nephew, an upstairs maid, a seething proprietor, a bellboy, gendarmes, four skittish schoolgirls, an underdressed chanteuse and a doddering duke...
...trespass, a new invasion of privacy." The Dickensian poor may have had to make a virtue of propinquity, and the Latin races have historically prized it, but the upper middle classes in the U.S. find unwanted intimacy irritating. Unseen, but all too perfectly heard, are domestic strife (and bliss), digestive strains, telephone bells ("Is it ours or theirs?"), new hi-fis and old TV commercials. Pounding on the wall is no solution: it is all too likely to collapse...