Entering the Verandah Grill of the Queen Mary, the old man walked slowly, his shoulders stooped by his 78 years.
Pink-cheeked, beamish, the inevitable cigar in his hand and the dignity of greatness about him, Winston Churchill faced some 200 newsmen panting to know just why he had made the wintry Atlantic crossing, in such a hurry, to visit with Dwight Eisenhower.
Carefully, artfully, the Prime Minister stressed the casual nature of it all. It just happened, he said, that he was on his way to a holiday in Jamaica to "soak up some sun and some warmth—naturally I looked in...
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