Commander Harold Stassen stayed as close to his South St. Paul home as he possibly could. Like many another Naval officer, he came back from his year in the South Pacific with a hunger for familiar voices, for the sight of his wife and his father and mother and for the taste of things like farm-fresh milk and home-baked cake. He spent hours discussing a doll house with his two-year-old daughter Kathleen—she had learned to talk while he was away. When he went to Washington, D.C. last week, it was on Navy business. He parried political questions. Strict observance of Naval...
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