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...crocodile and so has a quail...
...country as polities' closest approximation to perpetual motion. In three days early in the week he barnstormed the east coast of Florida from Jacksonville to Coral Gables. Everywhere he went he repeated the tried-and-true Kefauver vote-getting tactics which, said one Floridian, reminded him of "a quail hunter shooting singles." In Jacksonville, with a few minutes to spare, he carried on a vigorous sidewalk campaign in the neighborhood of his hotel, then went into a barbershop to announce, "I'm Estes Kefauver. I'm running for President. I want your vote." Replied the barber...
When he was not golfing, Ike went hunting with George Humphrey. Shooting well, the President bagged a wild turkey, regularly came close to the legal limit of twelve quail daily. For the news photographers Hunter Eisenhower was a somewhat unsatisfactory subject. After an initial protest ("That would be silly") he finally agreed to pose with his shotgun slung over his shoulder, but a photographer's request that he pose sighting his gun near Humphrey's mule-drawn hunting wagon met with scandalized refusal: "What? Right over the mules? Let's not be corny...
...process that, he warned two weeks ago, would influence his decision more than any medical report. For relaxed self-analysis it was hard to imagine a more suitable spot than George Humphrey's appropriately named plantation, "Milestone." The chief products of Milestone's 600 acres are quail and wild turkeys, and the plantation's main attraction is its hunting...
Within 15 minutes of his arrival Ike, who had brought two shotguns* with him, was out with Humphrey in a hunting wagon. Accompanied by eight pointers, the two men rolled through the piney woods to the hunting area, where the dogs soon flushed two coveys of quail. Ike fired at both-and missed. (Next day the President was sighted in; he shot a full day's bag of twelve birds, grinning: "It's a funny thing . . . All the birds started to cooperate...