Harry Truman could not have picked a better week to get away from steamy Washington. Dressed in an old, beat-up pair of pants, an open-necked shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and the most comfortable shoes he could find, the President lolled on the fantail of his big white yacht, the Williamsburg, and took his ease. When he was so minded, he shed the shirt and built up his tan.
As the President loafed, the Williamsburg cruised leisurely up Chesapeake Bay, through the canal to Delaware Bay, and slipped into the open ocean...
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