Harry Truman's personal zip was still there, but suddenly the political zing was gone. His bearing was jaunty and his socks and ties were still as carefully matched as ever. He could still snap a decision, find time for a handshake with an old friend, or smile cheerfully for photographers at the inescapable White House ceremonials. But the truth was that Harry Truman, for the first time in anybody's memory, was just plain bored.
He hinted at his boredom when he told Connecticut's lame duck Senator Bill Benton that the presidential calendar was...
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