On one of the rare occasions when she was not booked for one of the formal parties given in her honor by various kings, presidents, generals and ambassadors, Margaret Truman skipped the Paris Opèra, went off for an evening of nightclubbing—with two Secret Service men, a French Surete inspector, and the usual photographers and reporters as escorts. After spending most of her time dodging the photographers, she decided to call it a night. For Paris, it had been a pretty dull one; but she was accomplishing a mission. "This pleasant, unaffected young woman,"...
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