Robert
Novak on LBJ on March 31, 1960: "drunk as a loon"
But LBJ knew what I was writing
about him as indicated in a bizarre incident two months after my liberal revolt
column. Late in the evening of March 31, 1960, I was drinking in the Members
Bar of the Press Club with my good friend Bob Jensen of the Buffalo Evening
News (as I often did after my marriage collapsed). Somebody burst into the
bar to say LBJ was in the club's ballroom, "drunk as a loon." Jensen
and I went to check.
The report was not exaggerated.
Johnson was attending the seventieth birthday celebration of Bascom Timmons, a
famous Texas journalist who headed his own Washington news bureau. To my surprise,
found the majority leader without aides or limo. LBJ, who until then showed
little interest in me and absolutely no affection, spotted me and wrapped one
of his long arms around me. "Bob," I like ("lahk" was the
Texas pronunciation) you," he drawled drunkenly, "but you don't like
me." He chanted it over and over, embracing me and swirling me in a little
dance.
Celebrants at the Timmons birthday
party, mostly Texans, were as drunk as Johnson, and uninterested in saving the
majority leader from embarrassment. So, Bob Jensen and I guided the much taller
man to the elevator, down to the National Press Building's 14th Street lobby,
and out into a taxi to be taken home.
The next day, a cool, immaculately
groomed Senator Johnson was seated, as usual, in the majority leader's chair on
the Senate floor prior to the noon convening time. That was the only time
reporters were permitted on the floor, huddled around Johnson's chair for five
minutes of questions and answers. Johnson often, as he did on this occasion,
kept his eyes down reading what was in front of him and then looked up
suddenly, registering seeming surprise at seeing himself surrounded by
reporters. When he did that this time, he stared at me, exclaiming: "Well,
Novak, saw you at the Press Club last night. Got a little drunk out, didn't
it?" The other reporters chuckled appreciatively, thinking it was I who
had been "a little drunk," as LBJ intended.
[Robert
Novak, "The Prince of Darkness: 50 Years of Reporting in Washington,"
p. 56-57]