Except for a tornado, Washington was quiet last week and so were the President's days & nights.
¶ President Coolidge had prepared himself for a trip to Philadelphia. But he paused on the White House threshold, retreated, waited. From a window he watched a tornado which had come whooping up the Potomac from Alexandria, Va., at 92 m.p.h., to lay waste a strip of Washington. A crashing rainstorm followed the wind. When at last the elements permitted, the President set out for Union Station. The streets clanged with ambulances, fire trucks, police wagons....
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