Nixonette

The entrance to the hotel was flanked, as if it were the doors of a potentate’s private suite, with two bands and the high-kicking Nixonettes.

At the Republican convention the nominee was staying in Key Biscayne, but you could not get in the Doral because you might assassinate a Nixonette.[…]I wanted to tell a Nixonette that it was a well-known fact that McGovern is anti-music and his advisors are still trying to decide his stand on the love question … but she’d probably just grin and nod and say “that’s right” in a positively Nixonette manner … and I’d get the grues again.

But, while I was still the girl my parents expected me to be, I was asked to be a Nixonette, and I merrily, unthinkingly donned my white dress and red, white, and blue banner. One of our Nixonette duties was to stand on the curb in front of the San Marino Republican Headquarters and welcome the candidate to town.