Tanned and rested after 20 days on the beach, Harry Truman stood in the doorway of his big, silvery DC-6 Independence and beamed at the friends who had come to Washington's National Airport to welcome him home. He saw his wife waving.
The President called, "Well, here's the Boss," and bounced jauntily down the ramp to give her a hug and shake hands with his Cabinet officers. He felt fine, he told the reporters: "Any better and I'd need help." Then, the brief welcomes over, he said, "Come on, Missy, let's go home," and drove off to Blair House.
He had put...
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