A sty in his left eye, three days of intermittent rain and cold at Warm Springs, Ga., bad weather that grounded a plane carrying official mail, contrived last week to give Franklin Roosevelt as much rest as even a President could desire.
The dozen newshawks assigned to report his activities found it a welcome relief when they could break off a game of golf or poker to report to a waiting world that:
¶ Ambassador William Bullitt had left for Washington.
¶ Son James had arrived.
¶ The President had dedicated the 5,358th...
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