In Los Angeles, the rest of the campaign party was placed in the Ambassador Hotel’s best rooms, but he was given a virtual closet, obviously reserved for chauffeurs and servants of guests; in San Francisco, hotel security men, watching him leave for dinner with a group of Republican co-workers, decided that Morrow had snuck a white woman into his room, and literally smashed open his door at 3 A.M. to uncover the evidence—only to find him sleeping alone. In Salt Lake City, a young white woman running the elevator again and again refused to let him on.
