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Cotton-haired Boss Ed Crump, who not only looks like Foxy Grandpa but acts like him, has had it all his own way in Tennessee's Democratic politics for years & years. Many a Tennessean had come to believe that nobody would ever dare challenge the old Red Snapper of Memphis...
...last week Mister Crump was up to his bushy eyebrows in a slugging match. A smart Democrat threatened to break the grip Ed Crump has held on Tennessee's U.S. Senators for the last 15 years.* The man who dared the Boss's revivalist anger and self-righteous vituperation was big (6 ft. 3 in.) Yale-trained Estes Kefauver of Chattanooga, a hard-working Congressman with a prolabor, New Dealish record. "Red Pet Coon." Able, 44-year-old Estes Kefauver jumped into the senatorial primary fight last winter when Mister Crump gave the boot to servile Senator...
...month ago Boss Crump realized that he had picked a poor stumpster in Judge Mitchell. The judge was drawing no crowds, whipping up no enthusiasm. Kefauver was doing both-by attacking Boss Crump. Thereupon the Boss took over the real campaigning. He bought big ads in Tennessee dailies (most of which favor Kefauver), blasted away at Kefauver's "tainted Red record in Congress." Blustered Crump: "I'd as soon vote for Vito Marcantonio . . . the oxblood Red Communist of New York City." He likened Kefauver to "a pet coon" that turns its head in innocence, "while its foot...
...South was still grumbling. Memphis' Boss Ed Crump snarled: "I'm for anybody except Harry Truman. Any good Democrat will get my vote." But he added that there was no truth in reports that Southern states would hold a rump convention. Even without the South, Harry Truman seemed to be in. National Chairman J. Howard McGrath announced that his rock-bottom figures showed the President with a minimum of 900 of a possible 1,234 votes on the first ballot...
Memphis' boll-headed Boss Ed Crump told the press that he had got a note demanding $50,000 on pain of death. Crump paid, said he-one cent postage due on the letter. He took a brown grip to a designated spot and left it there for 40 minutes, but nobody came for it. So Crump cleared his throat and read to reporters the contents of the grip: "To the coward perpetrating this dastardly thing: anyone could take a white mouse with baby teeth and run you in the Mississippi River...