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The recreation hut in Squaw Valley's Olympic Village was a wall-to-wall mob scene of vividly dressed, ruddy-cheeked young athletes, gathered there from 30 countries for the 1960 Winter Olympics. In their midst a smiling, fragile-looking woman in a ruby-red suit and a black topcoat struggled to keep her footing. As two waves of muscular young men converged on her, someone called out: "Can you breathe?" Breathing hard, the Second Lady of the Land nodded, finally succeeded, by holding her pen at chin level, in writing her autograph for an eager French...
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