At 8 o'clock on a miserable, sleeting Washington morning last week, a telephone alert went out through the White House. Presidential Secretary Ann Whitman glanced around her desk to make certain everything was ready; ushers and doormen snapped to attention. Down in an elevator from his living quarters, out through a rear door and across the Rose Garden to his office in the west wing came Dwight Eisenhower. The President of the U.S. was working back into a full-time scheduleĀand hardly had he sat down at his desk than the babble of...
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