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LAN] that was needed to Zotplete this sybtle' mg- was for Robert Kennedy to hold up a picture of his brother. The people roared and they held up their beer cans and their wine bottles in paper bags, and the | women, crying, held their babies and every word Ken- nédy said after that was cheered. It was not a one-shot thing, this use of the name. He said it at every stop that day. To the Puerto Ricans hanging from windows in East Harlem and to the Negroes lined up on Seventh Avenue in front of the Hotel Theresa. There was no mistake about it. “And then, a few days later, they were sitting around Kenneth Keating’s campaign headquarters and one of them said, “I hear she'll be starting in for him next week, ‘A little tea, a few speeches. They must think they’re behind.” - “Who is she?" we asked. ~ “Jacqueline Kennedy,” he said. “You got to be kidding.” “You got to be-naive,” he said. This would be, bf course, the ultimate effort in draping a campaign with tawdriness. But the lady, for past performances, has a large open ticket through life and if she is to campaign for Bobby, then nothing can be said against it. She already has had her chil- drén pose with Bobby for a magazine cover as an aid to his campaign. Later, in the bar at Toots Shor's, Bill O’Dwyer came walking through and the idea of somebody being puzzled by this made him snort. “What's the matter with you? aid he said. You’ ve Geen around t the Irish politician. You know what you do ta win, don’t you? Wear a black suit and tie and Stand on the grave and cry and then make speeches,” Because of all this, the sorrowful memory of his ‘brother and the practical memory of his brother and “tees haze around Robert Kennedy himself bervomé. times it is hard to see through it. One way to see through that haze is to talk te: those who know him well. Jimmy McShane, who used- to walk these strects as a first-grade detective and now is the chief United States Marshal, came into George O'Neill's place, the Coach Room, right outside of La Guardia Field, and he had a couple of beers and talked about Kennedy. “AILT can tell you about him is something a street guy would understand,” McShane said. “Now - you take the McCicilan Committee. He was chief counsel for it and I worked as an investigator. When any committee is finished in Washington, the counsel says to the in- vestigators thanks, good luck, and use my name as a reference anytime. Not Bobby Kennedy. He stayed in that office until he had every one of us placed. There were 34 of us. He didn’t leave until the last man was working. I know. F was the last man. What I'm telling you is that this is a guy who. can think about a man's paycheck.” “Uh huh,” George O'Neill said. “Now I'm in London with this Sobien,” McShane said. “You know all about that. I Joused up the whole thing. I’m supposed to be bringing him back here as a spy and I go to sleep on the job and he sticks a knife in himself on the ptane, At any rate, we land in Lon- don and the British authorities take him over and now I'm at the bottom of the barrel. I put a call in to Bobby. “You s.o.b.," he says, ‘what did you do, tell him to stab himself and pick London on purpose? We'll never get him out of there.” He was laughing. This was the worst goof of my life and the guy is laughing about it over the phone. You sce what he was doing, he wanted to Ict me know right away that it was all ag 1-4 iia tiere? abet a + ora ~~ a8 yah reme sein on ot ili wy &r bl . the constant identification with his brother, there has - Nell besten ! * o~ . a ===: a _, — ee —— RS re LS ne Ph eR - - a wr . - . . - ans re None > a moe Ne - 4s . - - ee oa ~ Se ane creme ore te Dol gt coe eer oe “Sut. SST EE TE RR PRT: Ma Ts ee