The Republicans were high as kites at their convention, of course, since victory was a certainty. The enemy candidate was buried up to his neck in Populism, whereas their own candidate was buried up to his neck in God. Nothing remained to be done, so autographing parties starring the President's wife and daughters loomed large on official schedules for every day.
These pleasant, pretty women were modest and shy. They seemed to say with body language: "You should be getting the autographs of the really famous movie stars around."
--Kurt Vonnegut, Wampeter's Foma and Granfalloons
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