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...than pays for its cost (about $10,000 for a medium-sized state) by swelling the campaign war chest. Says Nixon: "When the polls go good for me, the cash register really rings." On the other hand, a candidate does not want to appear to be a shoo-in, lest his campaign workers slow down and his voters stay home on Election Day. The art of selective leaking is to make it appear that the candidate's strength is steadily rising but always slightly below the expected margin of victory. In the New Hampshire primary, for example, Nixon said...
...losing alternative is to escape through the windows and then go organize a strike. The feeling is that if we get busted, then there will be something to organize a strike about. The man chairing the discussion is standing on a small wooden table and I am very concerned lest he break it. We collect water in wastebaskets in case of tear gas. Some of it gets spilled and I spend my time trying to wipe it up. I don't want to leave somebody else's office all messy...
...Lest anyone question where acting ends and directing begins, and how such distinctions can be made by an outsider, (and, mind you, I've nothing to do with this show though you won't believe it after reading this review), be it ventured that one can make a fine estimate of a director's involvement when the show is as consistent and tasteful as Mr. Beck's Pajama Game. Either he's first-rate or my mother's name isn't Velvetina...
...lest they end up paying empty tribute to the man at no cost save that in the substance of his cause, we now must, as he did, speak truth to power. Do not establish a national holiday on his birthday or issue stamps in his memory, or make any other gestures on this order. These will not even avert the riots we fear. Do not do these, unless you--unless we--are really prepared to act out the content of his life, the explicit politics of his religion...
...over sideways without missing a twang or a moan. He slung the guitar low over swiveling hips, or raised it to pick the strings with his teeth; he thrust it between his legs and did a bump and grind, crooning: "Oh, baby, come on now, sock it to me!" Lest anybody miss his message, he looked at a girl in the front row, cried, "I want you, you, you!" and stuck his tongue out at her. For a symbolic finish, he lifted the guitar and flung it against the amplifiers...