Hail to the Chief, who in triumph advances . . .
"Are you comin' to the Inauguration, Aunt Jessie?" asked the Chief. Mrs. Jes sie Hunter, a widow and an old friend of the family, shook her head, flustered. "I haven't been asked," she piped politely. The President of the U.S. put his arm around the elderly woman. "Pack your dress," he said in that soft, earnest tone, "and come on with us. Be at the ranch no later than 4:40. Air Force One won't leave without you."
Well, Aunt Jessie made it. And...
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