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Conference at Campobello. Johnson finally called it a day after a speech in Lewiston, Me., then boarded the Northampton, a seaborne command post crammed with communications gear, in Portland for an overnight cruise. From the ship's deck, he was to helicopter to meet Pearson at Campobello, F.D.R.'s summer retreat. Johnson and Pearson planned to confer privately for an hour, touching on such topics as the North Atlantic Treaty Organization and Viet Nam, where Canada is one of three nations on the International Control Commission, then to lay the cornerstone for a reception center in front...
Nobody can deny that Cassius Marcellus Clay, 23, has an affinity for fantasy. Last week in Lewiston, Me., Cassius fought a fight that did not seem to be a fight, threw a punch that did not look like a punch, scored a knockout that the referee did not realize was a knockout, and set a record that turned out to be no record. In the process, Cassius clearly established himself as the heavyweight champion of the world and a consummate actor-in the theater of the absurd...
...theaters across the U.S., technicians installed huge klieg lights that sent the temperature at ringside to 100°. Then there was the supporting cast. Spooked by reports that followers of the late Malcolm X planned to avenge their leader's death by assassinating Black Muslim Clay, some 300 Lewiston police, county sheriffs, state troopers, firemen and civil defense workers milled around the arena in a ratio of roughly one lawman for every 14 fans...
...damn good thing they held the fight (?) in Lewiston, Me. If it had been in the Garden the fans would have ripped the place apart, seat by seat. As it was, the bewildered thousands who watched on four large television screens as the Big Bear kamikazed to the canvas were screaming fix before Jersey Joe could raise Muhamimad All's "thunderous" right hand...
...what happened in the Sonny Liston-Cassius Clay fight any more than you. But like fight fans around the world-from bleary eyed London viewers to the guys in the bar around the corner--I suspect that something was not quite kosher in the sleepy little mill town of Lewiston...