Over rough Virginia roads, last week, a brown army truck jounced, rattled, meandered, lost its way. Its freight: the Hoover fishing tackle. Its destination: the presidential reserve in Shenandoah National Park, where it arrived after nightfall four hours late. President Hoover, already at the preserve, did no fishing last weekend.
Instead, he: 1) Spent his first night away from the White House in a tent; 2) Got a twig-whack on the left cheek, just below the eye which made a mark; 3) Attended a Baptist Sunday School meeting at Sperryville; 4) Had...
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