A thin misty rain fell on the banks of the Potomac. The President of the U. S. looked out on a sodden spectacle from a covered stand. A dripping crowd of men and women milled over temporary canvas footpaths; others, holding umbrellas, sat on chairs set on boards to keep them from sinking into the muddy turf of West Potomac Park. The central figure of the gathering was enveloped in a soggy shroud of white canvas. A little boy, David Hargreaves, tugged desperately at a red, white and blue cord but the...
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