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...meet him that day in Dallas in 1963. Once again, precisely at 9:57 a.m. on Friday, the threat suddenly materialized out of nowhere. A movement in the crowd, a raising of a hand, and to his astonishment, Ford found himself looking down the barrel of a loaded .45 Colt automatic pistol scarcely 2 ft. away. There was a brief flurry, and then the Secret Service subdued a social misfit, a psychological cripple, who might have easily assassinated the President...
...could not go off quickly became clear when the Secret Service examined the 3-lb. Colt automatic. It was loaded with four bullets, but there was no bullet in the chamber ready to be fired (see diagram). To shoot the gun, Fromme would first have had to pull back the slide on top of the pistol, thus forcing a bullet from the clip up into the chamber. After the first shot was fired, the next bullet would have been automatically fed into the chamber...
...want to kill a national political figure would somehow find a way to get his hands on a weapon. Ford's proposed gun legislation, now lying fallow in Congress, is aimed mainly at curbing the spread of "Saturday night specials"−cheap, small-caliber pistols. The .45 Colt automatic operated by Squeaky Fromme is not covered by the proposal...
Well, not that much of a thing since the late Jacqueline Susann didn't write that kind of dirty books. It is at least enough of a thing, however, to propel January toward an older man, an adversary of her father's named Tom Colt (David Janssen). Colt's main grudge against Wayne: "He took my Pulitzer Prize novel and messed it up as a movie...
January throws herself onto Colt's impotent lap, precipitating a whole series of romantic climaxes and their dramatic antitheses. There are other funny goings-on: a putative sapphic interlude between Alexis Smith and Melina Mercouri, which sends off as many sparks as a doused campfire; an astronaut's confession that his wife and he "didn't really get along before I flew to the moon"; Brenda Vaccaro's struggle as a magazine editor who cannot write, bragging that "we have a whole staff of underpaid shmucks to take care of that...