The Presidency: Measuring Mission

The black, Russian-built Chaika, right on time, drove past the barbed-wire fence up to the door of the massive stone and stucco building that serves as the U.S.

embassy residence in Vienna. Out of the residence door, like a broncobuster sprung from his chute, bounded John Fitzgerald Kennedy. He dashed down the steps to meet his bald, fat guest. "How are you?" he asked smilingly. "I'm glad to see you." Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev grinned politely and shook Kennedy's hand. Thus, one cold, wet...

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