It was nearly 3 p.m. The President sat alone at his desk, cleaning up his day's work, glancing now & again into the gloomy afternoon. A storm was rolling up, and he had a date to meet President Prado of Peru at Boiling Field. Thunderheads stood darkly over the Potomac; soon the big cool raindrops would spatter down. The President watched the clock.
Into the office strode handsome, hefty Captain John L. McCrea, the President's Naval aide. He handed the President a sheaf of papers. Franklin Roosevelt read the news: the great Battle of the Coral...
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