Harry Truman floated atop successive waves of crisis like a bold bather frolicking in the breakers. Troubled waters mounted mightily, surged thunderously in his direction, broke magnificently over the President's head. From the foamy surf Harry Truman bobbed up every time, splashing and spouting lightheartedly.
In the week of his 62nd birthday, apparently nothing could shake him.
He pitched horseshoes to whet his appetite for a birthday luncheon party in the office of Attorney General Tom Clark. The party was gay. Even the six Supreme Court Justices present guffawed when the finically dressed President put on a roguish...
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