Three men sat on the porch of the Coolidges' cottage at White Pine Camp on that last afternoon before the President left for Washington. Mr. Coolidge settled down comfortably in an old green wicker rocker, pushed his felt hat back on his head, talked. A secretary sat on a kitchen chair, scribbled busily. Bruce Barton, famed advertising man and magazine writer (TIME, Sept. 27) sat on the floor, listened, asked questions. The pine breath of the woods and the distant shadows of the Adirondacks seemed to purr in contented harmony.
The President, often dubbed...
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