THE PRESIDENCY: Treasure Island

When he was a boy at Hyde Park and sailed his toy boats on the placid Hudson, Franklin Roosevelt hungered for romance on the high seas. Never having outgrown his juvenile appetite for maritime adventure, the 32nd U. S. President's eyes sparkled appreciatively last week when he stepped ashore on a Treasure Island as fabulous as Robert Louis Stevenson's. Like a big green peppermint gum drop ringed with a frost of spun sugar, the densely vegetated peaks of Cocos Island rose some 2,000 ft. over his head, while all around the island's steep...

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