The President's Week, Apr. 3, 1944

The White House physician, Rear Admiral Ross T. McIntire, seemed content. Recently he had been able to talk his patient into a little extra exercise—occasional car rides, more frequent dips in the White House pool. The Roosevelt weight was just what the doctor likes: 187 lb.

Then, for no good reason, Franklin Roosevelt woke up one morning with red eyes, a deep, froggy voice, unmistakable sniffles. Admiral McIntire was firm: no appointments. Grumbling, the President went back to bed. After a four-day rest he looked somewhat better, and joked playfully with reporters at his Friday press conference.

He had dined with dreamy,...

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