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...Truman's hurrah for Harriman had worn off, and it was time for the doughty old man to get down to the hard, cold business of politicking. His first serious move was to invite House Speaker Sam Rayburn and Senate Majority Leader Lyndon Johnson to dinner in his Sheraton-Blackstone Hotel suite to enlist their aid for Ave. With high hopes that a convivial evening and some earnest talk would do the job, Truman produced a bottle of bourbon and, in the long-established spirit of Capitol Hill, proposed that the three "strike a blow for liberty...
...fading light of a hot summer day last week, Adlai Stevenson and a few friends left the Chicago Yacht Club, got into a taxi, and headed back to his living quarters at the Sheraton-Blackstone Hotel. Three days before, Harry Truman had struck. Stevenson was still crowding his hours with visits and visitors, handshakes, receptions, whisperings, conferences. Yet the crucial matters of the moment now seemed strangely suspended, like a mural of some bygone battle posted on a restaurant wall. It was a lovely yacht club, Stevenson mused; the new terrace was a perfect place for outdoor entertaining. Had anybody...
Then Harry Truman marched into the Sheraton-Blackstone's Crystal Ballroom, faced the overflow crowd and grinned as though he had lived his life for that moment...
...Suite 408 of the Sheraton-Blackstone Hotel, Averell Harriman and his lieuten ants sat looking at the face of Harry Truman on their television screen. When Truman named Harriman as his Democratic candidate, Ave glowed all over, murmured: "This is marvelous." Forty-five minutes later, Averell Harriman, wearing a grin so wide that it almost could be seen from behind, came out to face television himself. Making small clucking sounds all during his statement, Harriman exulted: "I am deeply moved by this mark of confidence from my old boss...
...scene: a smoke-filled nook in the grill of Chicago's Democrat-bulged Sheraton-Blackstone Hotel. Dining together are Kentucky's blackhorse presidential candidate, guffaw-prone Governor Albert B. ("Be lucky, go Happy!") Chandler, and Chicago's weighty Democratic Boss Jacob Arvey. Enter, with a dust-devilish swoop, Washington's plain-spoken Hostess-with-Mostes' Perle Mesta. Grandam Mesta (to Chandler): I hear that you are running for President, but you certainly aren't taking yourself seriously, are you? "Happy" Chandler (hurt to the quick): I certainly am. I'm spending...