For more than two weeks Dwight Eisenhower kept a watchful eye on his appointment schedule, hoping for a chance to slip away to the Augusta (Ga.) National Golf Club for a long weekend of golf and semi-privacy. Last fortnight a balky schedule kept him at home. But on Thursday afternoon last week, leaving a clean desk behind, the President climbed aboard his plane, the Columbine, Georgia bound.
He tried to keep the party small and, as presidential trips go, was relatively successful. (Harry Truman liked to travel with an entourage of a...
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