Fifteen motor cars sped out of Washington and across the green acres of Maryland striped with the long shadows of a late afternoon sun. Franklin D. Roosevelt was going down to the sea. Going down with him were his wife, his four sons, newshawks, secret service men, many an official friend. Notably absent was his gruff, wrinkle-faced little No. 1 secretary, friend and jealous counselor, Louis McHenry Howe, who lay doubled up with a chronic stomach ailment on his White House bed. Goodbys were said on the dock of the Naval Academy...
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