Here it was October, with the leaves falling, and Harry Truman had not yet had his summer vacation. When he appeared for his weekly news conference, he looked a little like a man who could use one. The usually natty Mr. Truman seemed almost rumpled after a day that began at 5 a.m.; by late afternoon h's shirt was mussed and his four-point breast-pocket handkerchief had lost its Esquire esprit. For the first time in months, Harry Truman seemed to have a little trouble keeping the reporters in hand.
The conference had hardly gotten...
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