TAFF - pg 37 Monday, April 18, 1960 Was up at 9 and at Breakfast, Archie Mercer asked to see my re- ceipt from the photo shop for the projector. I showed him & suddenly he pays me the rental charges I'd paid. I was a bit hung over right then & by the time I'd collected my wits about me, he wouldn't take the money back. The fans now seemed to be deserting the hotel in droves. It began to get lonesome. Eric Jones left, saying they'd see me in Cheltenham on Tuesday. The Liverpool mob left with a reminder that they'd see me the next week-end. I reached in my coat pocket & found a letter Dave Kyle had given me the night before, saying he'd gotten in at the Sandringham Hotel when he was there. It was from Walt Willis invit- ing me to come to Belfast. With the scheduling I now had, such a trip was impossible. The Clarkes had wanted me to see the Aldermaston March on Easter Monday. I really didn't have too much desire to see this event when I came over, but now with fans gone & time on my hands, I decided I might as well go & photograph the crowd anyway. The Clarkes said they'd be on the steps at St. Martin's. I told Bill & Bobbie Gray I'd be in the square somewhere & to look for me in a spot where I'd get a straight on view at the column. They found me, later, on the wall at the National Gallery. After I was there about an hour, a bobby told me I'd have to get off. I did, feeling no use creating an Inter-national incident. The natives protested. I searched about for another vantage point & could find none. By now, there were over 50,000 people in the square. I drifted back to my original area & watched the arguing. An elderly couple, their faces red with rage were protesting loudly. Two more Bobbies came up for re-inforcements and they were apologetic but insistent. It finally boiled down to the fact that the curator of the gallery had requested the people get off. This woman said that if he'd come out, personally and tell them to move, she'd get down; otherwise no. The Bobbies shrugged their shoulders and left. I told this woman that I now felt badly...I was the only one who'd moved & now I'd lost my place. In fact there was someone in it now. The crowd made this person give me my place back, while they boosted me back up on the wall. Next, a man alongside of roe asked me who I thought our next Presi- dent would be. I told him I really couldn't say, but that to me the indications were strong that Kennedy would win the Democratic nomina- tion and Nixon the Republican nomination. In a contest between these two men I felt that Nixon would win, but it could only be a guess on ay part. This seemed to anger him and he said that his choice was Adlai Stevenson. I didn't pay much attention to him and kept taking photos of the crowd & of the marchers who were now coming into the square. He then proceeded to tell me what was wrong with the U.S. & what all should be done. That filled me up to the top so I began argueing back & needling him a bit. He was in his fifties and a laborite. I asked him if his party was so good, why Macmillan won. "That election was rigged", he replied. "Baloney!" I shouted, "How can you rig the man in the street?"