Except for two muggy days, the weather at Key West, Fla. was fine. The sky was blue, and out beyond the rustling palms, sunlight glittered on the turquoise shoals and cobalt deeps of the Gulf of Mexico. The nights were cool. But as he settled down for his eighth vacation at the lawn-bordered "Little White House," Harry Truman seemed less intent than usual on savoring the joys of sunburn and exercise.
He gave up his usual early morning walks ; after rising, he went directly to his desk to read mail* and sign bills. Most of the time, his midday...
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