The Presidency: A Damned Good Job

The wail of a child broke up a television taping session in the White House broadcasting room. Jumping to his feet, the President of the U.S. raced through the door, shouting, "Who's crying in this house?" A moment later, he returned, carrying his snuffling, snowsuited daughter. He handed her the first object that came to hand, a plastic Red Cross that he was using in the taping. "Here, Caroline," he soothed, "want a nice red cross? You've got that cap pistol in one hand, you might want this for the other." Caroline...

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