Harry Truman had had a fine time at Princeton's sooth Anniversary (see EDUCATION). He had marched in the academic procession with the world's intellectual great. Mounting the platform steps to get an LL.D. degree, he had caught his foot in the hem of his purple-trimmed academic gown. "Whups," he said. "I forgot to pull up my dress." The ceremonies over, he shook hands warmly. "It's been a great day for me. I enjoyed myself thoroughly." Then he had hurried back to Washington and delivered his veto of the labor bill.
He attacked the...
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