Misty-eyed Democrats, pouring in to say goodbye, found Harry Truman's White House office oddly naked last week. Down from the walls had come the portraits of Simón Bolivar and Ben Franklin, the etchings of early aircraft, the framed photographs of Sam Rayburn and Alben Barkley. Gone from the presidential desk were the familiar knickknacksa piece of rock from the highest mountain in North America (Mt. McKinley: 20,270 ft.), the donkeys, and the desk photos. Said Harry Truman with rueful jocularity: "If I'd known how much packing I'd have to do, I'd have run...
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