Bess Truman had grown used to the lurking Secret Service men, the brass and braid and cutaways and gowns, the flashbulbs, limousines, interviews and stares. Benefits, teas, parties, receptions, christenings, and the daily quick changes from short skirts to long were now routine. She was booked solid through April, and looking forward to May.
The anniversary week, fortunately, provided a breather. At the behest of Charter Member Truman, ten ladies of the 25-year-old Tuesday Bridge Club of Independence, Mo. turned up at the White House. They had paid their own way, come by plane and car, dodged reporters constantly,...
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