
A loss for medical care in the senate. Considered a ‘debacle’ then’. Many people think of its passage as a debacle today.
So hushed with suspense was the Senate that the few muffled coughs in the crowded galleries echoed across the chamber. Veteran Capitol correspondents had never seen before, during a Senate roll call, so many individual Senators intently keeping their own running tallies of the votes. As the tension mounted. Vice President Richard Nixon got up from a seat in the back of the chamber and walked over to Pennsylvania’s Republican Senator Hugh Scott to watch Scott’s tally sheet. On the Democratic side of the aisle, John F. Kennedy sat somber-faced, his chin propped on one hand, his other hand nervously fiddling with a pencil. It was the most dramatic scene of Congress’ postscript session: the nip-and-tuck roll call on the Kennedy-backed proposal to provide compulsory medical care for the aged.
When the clerk finished droning his way through the roll, the tally stood at 46 nays, 42 ayes. Dick Nixon swung behind the chair of New York’s Republican Senator Jacob Javits, his top Senate ally in the medical-care battle, and smilingly patted him on the shoulder. Jack Kennedy stood up and stalked out of the chamber. ...
... With Jack Kennedy thoroughly trounced—by Dick Nixon in the Senate and by Howard Smith in the House—all that remained of the original Kennedy-Johnson list of short-session “must” measures was the only genuine, non-politicking item in the lot: foreign-aid appropriations. At week’s end, despite a stern warning from Ike that “a cut of this size will jeopardize the security of the country,” both houses voted $3.7 billion for foreign aid—$560 million less than the President had asked for. (Afterward, the Senate Appropriations Committee recommended an additional appropriation to restore $190 million of the cut.) That done, Kennedy, Johnson & Co. made ready to get the disastrous post-convention session over with and get out of town.
And cars were ... cars.
For auto buffs and newspaper photographers, the liveliest game at this time of the year is matching wits against carmakers to get pictures of new car models before company officials release them. To guard against premature snooping, automakers cover their latest creations with white shrouds, hide them on dealers’ roofs and behind high fences, usually move them about after dark. But enterprising newsmen have hired helicopters to spot the new models, often wait on street corners in hopes of snapping one as it passes by on its way to a dealer
And Swiss banks had no place to put their money.
When it comes to taking the world’s political and economic fever, there is no thermometer more accurate than the flow of capital in and out of Swiss banks. In a sally making the rounds of Swiss financial clubs, two bankers meet in the street. “How is business?” asks one. Answers the other: “It’s terrible. We’ve got so much money we don’t know what to do.’‘