Last week Franklin Roosevelt arrived at the Little White House in Warm Springs, Ga. for his 32nd vacation in seven years, his second breathing spell in 1940. The President devoted all his time to getting well, for he arrived with a slight temperature, a holdover from his bout of intestinal influenza.
Wild plum was in spectral blossom, dogwood lurked in the woods, the purple-flowered Judas trees ranged the red-clay roads, already deep with dust. But for two days snub-faced Dr. Ross Mclntire, White House physician, kept the boss indoors, made him rest in the lounge chair by the fireplace in...
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