Shortly after noon, the Sacred Cow lifted its tail, charged down the slushy runway, and lumbered off into the chill mist that veiled Washington's National Airport. All commercial flights that day had been canceled. Harry Truman, as he climbed aboard, turned to the 18 shivering newsmen and grinned: "I'm sorry to bring you boys out in this bad weather."
After he left, the companion C-54 that newsmen were to ride had to be trundled into the hangar and thawed out. On the bumpy, six-and-a-half-hour flight to Kansas City, they played listless poker, worried about the weather.
They landed long after the President had...
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