"It's just like a wedding, isn't it?" giggled a pretty girl. And so it was: a long line of young men and women stood among the rosebushes in the White House garden, eventually meandered through the French doors leading to President Kennedy's office. The girls were bright in their flowered summer dresses, the men were turned out in their Sunday best, and everyone was smiling and chatting amiably —sometimes in Swahili and Twi. Inside, the President and his brother-in-law, Sargent Shriver, looked for all the world like fathers of the bride as they greeted...
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