Just when he was supposed to be looking intently in another direction, President Coolidge turned around last week and said he would spend the summer in the northwest corner of Wisconsin, in a log cabin, in a cedar forest, on an island in a trout stream.
Col. Edward W. Starling, official summer White House inspector, had returned to Washington at last with a description that sounded like the land at the end of a rainbow: high altitude, cool nights, few flies, commodious quarters, beautiful trees, abundant game, and trout—500,000 of them, stocked,...
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