About eight minutes past seven, one mild, hazy morning last week, President Truman emerged through the big front doors of the White House. Two Secret Service men fell inone at the President's left, the other a few paces behind. Harry Truman stepped out bouncily. At the west gate on Pennsylvania Avenue he found an early-bird TIME reporter. The President flashed him a grin, asked him what he was doing up at that hour, cheerily invited him to come along for a walk.
Said the reporter: "The President must be getting up pretty early these days." Said the President: Yesat 5:30...
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