In the White House in Washington last week Eleanor Roosevelt lay on her back recovering from grippe and thinking kind thoughts of the worldkind thoughts of the venerable G. A. R., whose martial music she could hear through her window; kind thoughts of Steve Vasilakos, the peanut merchant on whose behalf she interceded for the second time when police tried again to oust his pushcart from the White House corner; kind thoughts of her own husband. For as Mrs. Roosevelt reported in My Day, the President "asked Mrs. Scheider who was doing my...
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