The Campaign: Dodging the Dragon's Tail: The Advance Man's Work

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There is no such thing as a spontaneous campaign appearance. Every candidate has his advance men, the harried unsung experts who go from town to town to make as sure as humanly possible that the crowds will be out, the schedule smooth, the publicity favorable. Here is TIME Correspondent Ken Danforth's portrait of one of them:

Kingsley Hopkins Murphy climbed off a plane in Hartford and wearily wondered what perils awaited his boss, Hubert Humphrey, in Connecticut. Murphy had a week to "run the traps," as every advance man should, and his brain was abuzz with the axioms of his craft: "Make them come to you; get typists and a legman quick; be anonymous; don't spill news—dribble it out; stress unity; keep calm; avoid nonunion bands; don't make cameras shoot into the sun; be ready to pick up strays; beware of national committeewomen."

To the standard list Murphy added the Humphrey postulates—no feasts in his room, "just cheddar cheese, saltine crackers, diet root beer, Canadian Club and soda, 'wine of the country,' usually ten bottles of beer." Most of all, Murphy dreaded the "dragon's tail effect"—that frightening phenomenon in which a mere twitch at the tail's base can be come a paroxysm by the time it reaches the tip. By lingering an hour over schedule in one place, the Humphrey cavalcade can make a shambles of a whole day's tight schedule.

Too Good to Believe. Murphy, 38, smokes a pipe, has red hair and is nicknamed "the Crimson Fox." He has handled 40 advance assignments for Humphrey since 1964, eleven of them in this campaign. Last week he felt "like a man in the middle of the Atlantic in winter in a 3-ft. canoe." Experience warned him that the simple scheduled plans were too good to believe. Humphrey was to arrive in Hartford after midnight, catch some sleep, and next morning chat with suburban housewives in nearby Bloomfield. Then he was to fly in his Boeing 727 to Stratford for a speech at the Avco Lycoming plant, ride in an hour-long motorcade to Waterbury for a rally on the green, and finally return to Stratford for a flight to New York. Murphy had seven days to make that plan a reality.

So he walked into Hartford's Hotel America, ready to confirm reservations for up to 200 rooms that he would need by the end of the week, and found there were none. There had been a mixup, perhaps because of a rumored "collection problem." Keeping calm, he telephoned Humphrey's Washington headquarters. "Get John Bailey," he was told. The former Democratic National Committee chairman was out. Murphy and an aide solved the hotel dilemma with a $5,000 check. Bailey appeared and provided him with a secretary, typists and a driver. Murphy set up his headquarters in the hotel, where he could be, as he put it, "a spider in the center of my web." Only the strands seemed to be smothering the spider.