"That's right, Bill."
"Wel, Jeff, how do you like Boston?"
"Golly, Bill, it's just wonderful to be here, and I'm sure having a wonderful time."
"Would you come running up the stairs late, Mr. Hunter," a Globe photographer said, "wiping your head with your handkerchief? Oh, you don't have a handkerchief. Here, use mine. Now running up smiling and looking late please. That's fine. Now would you do it again, please. Just in case the pic doesn't turn out?"
"Sure thing," Jeff said, and flashed his famous smile.
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"What's this Last Hurrah business, Mary?" one launder-woman asked the other as they pushed through the crowd outside.
"It's politics," Mary said.