Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1956-11-07

SAI1Co Willie ne was speaking anC
both when he entered and left
the ballroom. His loudest cheer
came when he said God bless
partisanShip. for this is democ.
racy's life blood"
The Democratic candidate was
fully composed and spoke ir
even terms with only a shade Of
emotion as he gave the valedic-
tory of two-time loser.
"As for me-" he said. "let there
be no tears. If I've lost an elec-
ton, I've won a grandchild."
He referred to the son borr
Sunday to Adlai. jr., and Nancy
Stevenson in Boston, who ha:
been named Adlai, too.
Aides who shared the evening
vigil with Mr.. Stevenson sale
he was more composed and re.
Taxed than he had been durine
the campaign and more so thar
he was in 1852 when he was q
reluctant candidate for the office
An eager candidate this year
who campaigned vigorously fol
the nomination, Mr.. Stevenson
Travelled $4,000 miles and visited
81 States in a futile attempt to
impart to the country's voters hi:
vision of "a New America anc
a more abundant life for all.
Whatever appeal his campaign
theme had was submerged under
the personal popularity of Mr.
ElSenhower-and in the closine
days OF the campaign by onrush.
ing events in the Middle East
and Eastern Europe. Voters made
1t clear that in "the world crum.
bling about u.s." as Mr.. Steven.
son said. they preferred the sol.
der in the White House.
From the beginning, return,
were running against Mr.. Steven.
son and as early as 10 pm
rumors swept through the Black,
stone Hotel, where Mr.. Steven,
son occupied the presidential
suite, that he was conceding.
! These reports were prompt,
denied. Behind the guarded
doors of the suite. Mr.. Steven
son chung to the desperate hop,
that, first, Pennsylvania. an,
then California or some othe
State would reverse the Essen
hover landslide trend. But in
stead what was bad grew worse
AS the hours wore on tn,
friends and aides of the Demo.
cratic candidate milled rest,
lesSly in the Stevenson suite.
At lis am, within minute,
OF the hour that he conceded
four years ago. Mr.. Stevenson
stepped from his suite into tn,
binding glare of teleyisior
lights for the long steps to tn,
waiting elevator and the ball,
room across the street.
Waste of a Great Gift"
| Mr.. Stevenson's sister, Mrs
Ernest Ives, who has cam.
paigned with him, was as com.
posed outwardly as the Demo.
cratic candidate himself. Blu
as Mr.. Stevenson left his suit,
to concede the election, she said
Il hate to see him lose. IT.
such waste of a great gift.
Afterwards, he returned to tn,
hotel to spend the night. HI
planned ito catch up on" mat,
tiers at his Office during the day
A vacation was in the offing {
little later.
Here is the time record O.
what went on at the Stevenson
headquarters as the Democratic
candidate was buried under thu
Eisenhower landslide:
1905 pm. washington time)-
Bouncingly, Mr.. Stevenson
reached his Blackstone site tt
await the returns, calling it toe
early for IAN observation" but
intoning. I'm confident, I'm al.
ways confident"
7:l5 p.m.-Waiters started
wheeling a 20-plate roast bee
dinner into the presidential
suite.
1888 P.M.-Clayton Fritchey
the Democratic candidates press
secretary, arrived at the presi-
dental suite, saying Mr.. Steven
son during the day was very
relaxed"
8 P.M.-Returns from bell
wether Connecticut towns OF
Hartford, Torrington and Merid-
ian showed Mr.. Eisenhower rum
ming far ahead. Some old Dem
IoGatic hands. remembering that
Mr.. Truman went to bed conf
dent of reelection after getting
favorable returns there eight
years ago, said. Lets go &c
bed, too"
Sis p.m.-In the Conrad Hill.
ton ballroom some 200 Stevenson
volunteers sat disconsolately be.
fore eight television sets which
announced: Eisenhower. SO pei
cent; Stevenson. Al per cent
The wake seemed under wal
early