If the blustery storm out of the South bothered Harry Truman, he gave no outward sign of it. But inwardly he felt some sinking sensations last week. They came from another storm: a 40-knot northeast wind that whipped up ten-foot waves and tossed, the presidential yacht Williamsburg around like a cockleshell under a bathtub faucet.
Color: Green. The big blow hit the Williamsburg directly abeam as she turned into narrow Windward Passage between Haiti and Cuba. Newsmen on the sturdier, broader-beamed Greenwich Bay, preceding the presidential craft, radiotelephoned the Williamsburg: "Can you give...
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