"I always have trouble with bad colds," a husky-voiced Dwight Eisenhower told newsmen last week. "If I can get five days out in the desert somewhere . . . I am going, quickly." No sooner said than gone. Next day, after a luncheon chat with Italy's visiting Prime Minister Antonio Segni, Ike hopped 2,200 miles in his Boeing 707 jet to Palm Springs, Southern California's sunny sandbox. Self-prescribed for a cold he had caught in Scotland: eight lazy days in dry, hot Coachella Valley, at the comfortable La Quinta home of George E....
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