Harry Truman had been acting just as benevolent, kind, homespun, cheerful, charming and chipper as could be. But he had been deluged all week by a rain of dead cats as big as tigers. As he strode into his press conference, he was fairly busting to tell the world that his heart was pure and that he was true to the red, white & blue. There had, he said right off, been a lot of hooey about seizure of the press & radio. The thought of seizing them had never occurred to him, and he couldn't imagine it happening. Then,...
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