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Margaret Truman, back home from Europe, stayed in her drawing room until passengers aboard her car had left. Then she came bounding down into the President's arms and was soundly bussed. Bess Truman, who had met Margaret's ship in New York, followed and got a husbandly peck on the cheek. Beaming Harry Truman herded his womenfolk into his limousine and whisked off to Blair House...
Biggest "Yuck." He was living a bachelor life. Bess Truman had gone to spend the summer with the home folks in Missouri. Margaret, accompanied by a White House secretary and a couple of Secret Service men, was touring in Europe (on one of his trips ashore at Washington, father Truman telephoned her across the Atlantic). At Yorktown, Va., former artilleryman Truman went ashore for a two-mile walk at his brisk 120-pace-a-minute stride, and chided newsmen who fell behind. At night, he and his staff, including Administrative Assistant Donald Dawson (the man with...
Gershwin: Porgy and Bess (Risë Stevens, mezzo-soprano; Robert Merrill, baritone; the Robert Shaw Chorale, the RCA Victor Orchestra, Robert Russell Bennett conducting; Victor, 2 sides LP). Highlights, including Summertime, My Man's Gone Now, I Got Plenty o' Nuttin' and It Ain't Necessarily So. Performance and recording: good...
...Gwine to Hebb'n, is a man with strong feelings about "real American opera." He is convinced that it won't develop until a lot of traditional "operatic hogwash" goes down the drain. His prediction: American opera will settle in a style "somewhere between Porgy and Bess and South Pacific. Let's face it, the popular song is the American idiom." Last week Rumanian-born Composer Wolfe was illustrating his point in a theater off Broadway with a little production called Mississippi Legend...
...next afternoon, with MacArthur off to New York, the President, accompanied by Bess, drove in sunshine to Griffith Stadium to perform the traditional and normally happy presidential chore of tossing out the first ball of the season. There were a few boos from the bleachers when the President appeared, but they were drowned out when a band struck up Hail to the Chief. Grinning broadly, Southpaw Truman, after a couple of balks to tease photographers, pegged a fast throw to the infield. Then he and Bess settled back, munched a hot dog apiece, watched the Senators beat the Yankees...