Mr. Truman was up, Pressed, and out on the street before the sun, and before breakfast. Trailed by Secret Service men, he strode 20 blocks to the Union Station, met Bess and Margaret on the 7:50 B. &O. train from Independence. It was the beginning of an up-before-the-sun, busy-every-minute, presidential week. The President seemed to enjoy it all.
Congressmen, Cabinet members, aides paraded through his White House office. In striped pants and a black Homburg, and accompanied by Bess and Margaret, he piled into the presidential limousine and rode up to Capitol Hill to read his State...
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