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...think that's how he saw himself at the end. Invictus, one of F.D.R.'s favorite poems, was popular in the storm-tossed 1940s and would have been known to a lieutenant named Dole. It is a poem about fierce human will, a poem you might call proud or braying, depending on your taste. And you could say the Dole campaign at the end was a similar kind of poem...
...drew the party faithful. A Dole campaign stop was not Reaganesque (20,000 adoring college students) or Bushian (mom and pop and the kids in the city square). Dole's crowds were 400 and 600, often at small, third-tier colleges, and they were Republican believers. One night, on the Wednesday before the voting, at the Pontchartrain Center outside New Orleans, about 700 people showed up, a big crowd. It was dinnertime, after work, and they could have been home relaxing, watching TV, helping with homework, but instead they got in the van and drove on the highway to stand...
...University in Clarksville, Tennessee, there was the young mother in jeans, hair frosted blonde, a baby in her arms and a toddler in a stroller. She came late to the speech, flustered, and she was excited to be there to see a man who was running for President. When Dole was moving along the side of the gym talking and shaking hands, she saw the top of his head, his tanned brow and his combed, sprayed hair, and she said to someone, "That's him--oh, I'll never get there with the kids ..." I turned and motioned...
...public figure of such long-standing, Bob Dole is a private man at heart. That made photographer P.F. Bentley's task of capturing Dole's intimate side an unusual challenge. Yet within a few days of Bentley's arrival at Dole's Capitol Hill office last January, he was able to win the candidate's confidence. The result is a photographic portfolio, samples of which appear in the following pages, chronicling a 10-month passage from spirited beginnings to a melancholy...
...last February, shortly after joining the Dole campaign, I managed to position myself up close to the Senator so that I could get a sense of what he was like as he worked the ropes during a campaign rally. I was carrying a copy of Bob Dole, the biography by Richard Ben Cramer. The candidate abruptly turned and reached out to sign it, assuming that I was just part of the crowd...