On the Pennsylvania Avenue side of the White House, the big round pansy bed was in vivid bloom, and the oriental magnolia trees were suddenly heavy with purple-edged white blossoms. The wide, deep lawn was a bright green. To the passer-by the Executive Mansion seemed whiter, dressier, gayer than at any time since five springs ago.
But there was no gaiety inside the White House. Mrs. Truman kept to her rooms most of the week, with a heavy cold. Daughter Mary Margaret kept to her bed, with influenza and a severe gastrointestinal upset. The President kept to his desk, with severe international...
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