In the 1960s and '70s, comedy record albums were as popular as music albums. George Carlin, Cheech & Chong and Rodney Dangerfield were just a few of the big names making comedy records. There were two others, though, who fit the political satire mold. Vaughn Meader was known for his dead-on (no pun intended) vocal impression of John Kennedy, president of the USA in the early '60s; and Richard M. Dixon - that's right, DIXON - who not only had Nixon's mannerisms and speech quirks down pat (again, no pun intended) but who also bore an eerie physical resemblance to Mr. Nixon. When Nixon won the 1968 presidential election, Dixon saw a gold mine. He even changed his name legally to play up the resemblance. Both men found their comedy careers come to a screeching halt, one by virtue of an assassination and the other a resignation from office.
This production was one of those silly half-hour shows, but the last few minutes for me were funny. The unspoken references to the PT-109 (Kennedy's command) and that horrible Boston Brahmin accent Kennedy affected, which Conway barely brought off, ended an otherwise stupid show. Congresswoman Clark must have been from Great Barrington or Lee. She was blessedly free of the eastern Massachusetts accent most outlanders assume is statewide. (yes, I'm from western Mass.)