Harry Truman's vacation on the Presidential yacht Williamsburg had been going badly. In Narragansett Bay he had encountered wind, cold and rain. Then he had found himself struggling against the nameless indignities of seasickness. As the yacht rolled southeast on her hunt for the sun he had bribed his queasy stomach with seasick pills. But now, in the harbor of Hamilton, Bermuda, the deck was solid, the water blue, and there were white coral, pastel walls and green foliage ashore.
He found himself liking Bermuda better & better. The crowd that greeted him...
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