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Katharine Graham's Washington.
Graham, Katharine, 1917-2001.
First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : Alfred A. Knopf, [2002]

Physical Description:
ix, 813 pages : illustrations ; 24 cm
Contributors: Abigail McCarthy, Alice R. Longsworth, Art Buchwald, Arthur M. Schlessenger, Jr., Barbara Howar, Ben Bradlee, David Brinkley, David McCullough, Dean Acheson, Drew Pearson, Robert S. Allen, Eleanor Roosevelt, Grace Tully, Harry Truman, Henry Allen, Henry Kissinger, Isabel Anderson, Jack Anderson, Jack Valenti, James Thurber, John dos Passos, Jonathan Daniels, Lady Bird Johnson, Lilian R. Parks, Liz Carpenter, Merriman Smith, Michael K. Deaver, Will Rogers, Nancy Reagan... [et al.]
General Note:
"A huge, rich gathering of articles, memoirs, humor, and history, chosen by Mrs. Graham, that brings to life her beloved city"-- Cover.
Washington overview: Washington scene -- City of magnificent intentions -- Main Street-on-Potamic -- Natural setting -- Washington evening -- Living in Washington, D.C. -- It's Middleton-on-the-Potamic -- Drums of conflict -- True grit and imitation grandeur -- Mr. and Mrs. Smith come to Washington: Old order changeth -- New boy on capitol hill -- Report on a life lived in Washington -- Life intertwines along the Potamic -- Unpaid manager of a small hotel -- Social Washington: Society of the nation's capital -- Don'ts in Washington -- Boiled bosoms -- Innocence and mischief -- Dining-out Washington -- Washington parties -- Rumblossoms on the Potomac -- Bigwigs, littlewigs, and no wigs at all -- She teaches Washington to put on airs -- Period pieces: Washington portraits -- One sits by the fire and surveys the world -- Old Washington vanished, never to return -- Capital underworld -- President and his cabinet -- View from E Street -- Memoirs of a congressman's daughter -- Same place, different frenzy -- World War I: War-time Washington -- Capital at war -- Topsy-turvy capital -- World War II: Washington is a state of mind -- Main gate -- Churchill brightens the first war Christmas -- Boom town and the strains -- Alleys of Washington -- Visitors to Washington: Letter from a self-made diplomat to his constituents -- Will Rogers out of his element ; Young hero from Colorado ; Lindbergh, the perfect ghost --

Greatest man in the world -- Washington -- I love Washington -- Washington events: Hope tempers sorrow of whole people at tomb of humble dead soldier -- High point -- Era's end -- Depression days -- Lion at bay -- Royal close-ups -- Royal visitors -- Morning means another day -- Parade of '53 -- Thursday night: first sparks of anger -- President watching: Foremost man of his age -- Reminisces of the Hardings -- Timely death of President harding -- Coolidge days -- First Christmas with the Roosevelts -- Life with Mamie -- JFK -- Kennedys -- Outrageous memoirs of the presidential kennel keeper -- Never send to know for whom the wedding bell tolls -- Peace at last -- Man in the emergency room -- How we lived -- Washington women: On women's suffrage and a notable Washington woman -- Alice R. Longsworth: defying convention -- Herald angel -- Pioneer woman of the 20th century -- Private lives of government girls -- Political wife -- Women and children -- Washington humor: Attic in my edifice: some random notes -- Natives: their work and curious temperament -- Four funny columns -- Winners go to Washington, D.C. -- How Washington works: Mrs. Boggs gets seated -- Washington's curious caste system ... [et al.]
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A final legacy from Katharine Graham: an all-embracing, highly personal collection of writ-ings (more than one hundred articles, essays, and excerpts from books) about Washington, D.C. -- covering the period from 1917, the year of her birth, to early 2001, just before she died. Here are the president-watchers (including Will Rogers on Calvin Coolidge) . . . high points from insider memoirs (among them Dog Days at the White House by the presidential kennel keeper) . . . Washington moments vividly recalled -- by Henry Kissin-ger (on the end of the Nixon presidency), by FDR's secretary (on Mrs. FDR), by Joseph W. Alsop, Ben Bradlee, David Brinkley, Dean Acheson, Harry Truman, Rosalynn Carter, and Nancy Reagan. Here is humor by Art Buchwald, P. J. O'Rourke, Russell Baker . . . social Washington, from royal visits to rival hostesses . . . traumatic moments in the city's history -- including the news of Pearl Harbor and the deaths of Presidents Roosevelt and Kennedy . . . a loving appreciation of the city by David McCullough. Here, also, are charming period pieces, astute appraisals of how Washington works, and stimulating considerations of the not-always-happy realities of life in a place that during Mrs. Graham's lifetime evolved from a provincial southern city to the capital of the world. Katharine Graham's comments have the same acuity, humor, and candor that so charmed and moved the hundreds of thousands of readers of her Pulitzer Prize -- winning autobiography.

Author Notes

Katharine Graham, June 16, 1917 - July 17, 2001 Newspaper publisher Katherine Graham was born into a wealthy and powerful family. In 1933, her father bought the Washington Post. After Graham finished college, she went to work at the Post. It was there that she met her future husband, lawyer Phil Graham. In 1945, Graham's father chose Phil to take over the struggling Post and Katherine stayed at home as a wife and mother of four. Phil suffered from manic depression and after a deep depression he committed suicide. At the age of forty-six, she was thrust into the job of newspaper publisher.

In 1971, Graham ordered the Post to print a copy of the Pentagon Papers, top-secret documents that revealed the truth about the United States involvement in the Vietnam War. Even though she was friendly with Henry Kissinger and well aware of the battle that would be launched from the Nixon administration, Graham broke the most important political story of modern day, Watergate. The Post continued coverage of the Watergate cover up and the Nixon administration grew increasingly angry. The Post was nearly crippled by their failure to renew crucial television licenses and stock plummeted. Graham managed to keep control over the chaos and the paper became internationally renowned and she has been hailed as the most powerful woman in America.

(Bowker Author Biography)

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Booklist Review

The late Graham's posthumous legacy is a delightful and insightful anthology of writings on the city that formed so much of her personality and her professional life. Drawing on her personal collection of writings, Graham offers a broad array of opinions and observations in more than 100 articles and essays from humorists, journalists, novelists, socialites, and political luminaries and their wives--many of them personal friends. The book is arranged by theme--social Washington, president watching, wartime Washington--with Graham setting the scene and tone beforehand, using insights gleaned from her mother's diary for the period pieces. Will Rogers offers insights on Calvin Coolidge, Barbara Howar recalls a falling out with the Lyndon Johnsons, Henry Kissinger recalls the end of the Nixon presidency, and Eugene Robinson offers a look at the black Washington tourists rarely see. It's all inside Washington, sharp, witty, and carefully chosen to convey the city's atmosphere and personality and Graham's own interests in the people and the politics--social and governmental. A worthy follow-up to her Pulitzer Prize^-winning autobiography, Personal History (1997). Vanessa Bush



Washington Overview The Washington experience with its bigness and its novelty ends in a deep, grateful happiness. -my mother , Agnes Ernst Meyer, from her diary Mother was right: Washington is indeed a big experience. This is a place where novelty is nothing new. As Isabel Anderson, a social light here from 1897 to 1919, wrote in her book, Presidents and Pies, "In Washington there is always something new under the sun." So how does one begin to tackle a topic as big as Washington? My friend Stewart Alsop once wrote that, after years of observing Washington, he "understood why John Gunther had never written Inside Washington, although he at one time firmly intended to do so. There are just too many Washingtons to get inside of." Clearly, this city cannot be reduced to any single dimension. During the New Deal, FDR, as part of the Federal Writers' Project of the Works Progress Administration, set Americans to work writing guides to great American cities. In the guide to the nation's capital, WPA writers made so bold as to speak of "the fundamental fact about Washington." Their "fact" was that Washington "was created for a definite purpose and has been developed, with many modifications, according to a definite plan. Therein lies its unique distinction among American cities, and among all existing capitals in the western world." All of my experience relating to this place, however, leads me to the conclusion that there is no one "fundamental fact" about Washington. It's not just one thing-it's one thing and its opposite at the same time. The contradictions inherent in this place are evident everywhere: it's formal and informal; it's public and private; it's social and political; it's a small town and the capital of the world. It's a city that's a symbol of democracy and yet thoroughly undemocratic, since it remains the only place in America where the people are taxed without representation in the very bodies that make the policies that govern them. In Washington, the public and the private intertwine in such a way that they can't be easily separated. This is the city where the personal and the political are most closely linked. Part of the "bigness" that Mother must have had in mind is that this is a town where principles and passions are writ large. The climate here-by which I mean the feel of the place, its heat in a non-meteorological sense-is just right for people who like drama with all its figurative thunder and lightning. Washington is certainly the best city in the world for someone like me, who thinks that there just is nothing more exciting than news. To me, involvement with news is absolutely inebriating. It's what makes my life exciting. And even if the news doesn't originate here, it's often commented on here, or enlarged here, or explodes here. Something said in Washington comes boomeranging back in an even bigger way. Washington is more than a place. It's the best example I can point to of the old English-class concept of personification. People say, "Washington knows this . . . thinks this . . . says that," and everyone seems to know what or who is meant. Frank Carpenter, a syndicated writer and correspondent for the Cleveland Leader in Washington in the late 1800s, called this city a "living curiosity, made up of the strangest and most incongruous elements." Henry James called it the "City of Conversation, pure and simple, and positively of the only specimen, of any such intensity, in the world." Others have variously referred to Washington as "Democracy's home town," the "city of magnificent distances," and "at once the most and the least American city in America." For the most part, the people whose writings are represented here offer personal impressions and opinions. They are not historians or authorities, any more than I am, but they all touch on some of what endures. Alice Roosevelt Longworth, the daughter of Teddy Roosevelt and the wife of House Speaker Nicholas Longworth, once wrote about Washington: "Anyway, it is always an entertaining spectacle . . . the show is there for us, and we might as well get what entertainment we may out of it." I certainly have, and most Washington watchers, including the following writers, have, too. Edward G. Lowry The Washington Scene Washington Close-Ups (1921) I don't know much about Edward Lowry except that he was a friend of my parents. Mother first met Mrs. Lowry at the home of Mrs. Mark Sullivan in November 1921, shortly after his book was published-a book that, at the time of its appearance, created a lot of buzz in Washington. Mother considered Mr. Lowry "very clever" and described him in her diary as "one of the oldest of the Washington newspaper crowd." Over the next decade or so, Lowry and his wife, Elizabeth, were often guests at our house-both in Washington and in Mount Kisco. In a guest book that my parents kept for a few years, Lowry wrote a little ditty on July 14, 1923: "Rest little booklet rest, bearing this honored name, And may we hear when I come back, 'I'm glad that he has came.' " What he did in the chapters of Washington Close-Ups, several of which appeared in magazines and journals of the time, including The New Republic, Collier's Weekly, and the Weekly Review , was-in Walter Lippmann's words-to "shine the light" on twenty-six of Washington's best and brightest men of that era, and some of the less than best. While his writing is old-fashioned, the portraits he paints of these long-gone (and, in some cases, long-forgotten) public figures are vivid and incisive. No doubt, many were controversial at the time of publication. The chapter on then vice president Coolidge, for example, is titled "Coolidge: Foster-Child of Silence," and within the first two paragraphs, Lowry describes the VP as "a politician who does not, who will not, who seemingly cannot talk," and says of him, "It appears from the meager record that he thinks of himself as Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up to be a man." This selection from Washington Close-Ups introduces the Washington scene within which all these public figures made their mark. Aeons upon aeons agone, when the bat-winged pterodactyl swooped down relentlessly upon its prey,-I mean to say a long time ago,-this humid cup in the hills that is now the Washington scene may have been different; it must have been. With that we have no present concern. But Washington itself; the Washington of the organic act, of the Adamses, John and Quincy, of Martin Van Buren, Millard Fillmore, Rutherford B. Hayes, Benjamin Harrison, William H. Taft, and Woodrow Wilson, is the Washington of Warren G. Harding. Regard the eternal changelessness of the two stone legs of King Ozymandias in the desert of Egypt and attune your mind to the tale I have to tell. Come with me into Mr. Harding's front yard and let us sit under a flowering magnolia and leisurely, as becomes the pure in heart and detached in mind, talk about the familiar apparitions who inhabit these pleasant walks and tinker with our destiny. It passes belief how little is known about Washington by the country at large, and yet no city is more written about. Still, it is hardly ever justly appraised by the people at home. They seem to see it through a refracting and magnifying haze. New York and Chicago and San Francisco and St. Louis and New Orleans they know and can justly estimate. They are visualized clearly, but it is curiously true that almost every newcomer to Washington and every visitor suffers a sort of stage fright. O. Henry in one of his stories tells about a cowboy going to New York and being diffident before New Yorkers, until he discovered they were people "just like Grover Cleveland and Geronimo and the Watson boys." No citizen of Danville, Illinois, or Pike County, Missouri, or Springfield, Massachusetts, would make any average American tongue-tied or step on his feet with embarrassment. Yet those three places have furnished the last three Speakers of the House of Representatives, and the Speaker of the House is a great personage in Washington. Tourists to the Capitol peer into his room with awe, and nudge one another furtively and say, "That's him," when they pass him by happy chance in a corridor. Then they go home and talk about it for days and days. I do not know why it is that individually the Senators and Representatives and Cabinet members are always so awe-inspiring to their fellow countrymen, while collectively it has always been the fashion to disparage them. The late Henry Adams was the very greatest of Washington correspondents, though I should have been afraid so to describe him in his presence. He spent a lifetime, from Lincoln's administration through Roosevelt's, looking at the Washington scene with clear eyes and interpreting the marionettes with the coolest, most detached mind that has ever been brought to that occupation. When I used to talk with him in the latter years of his life I found to my dismay that all of my slowly acquired discoveries he had known since the sixties, and some of them were known to his grandfather before him. Some of his impressions gathered between 1840 and 1869 might have been written to-day looking at the present assemblage here. It is as true now as it was in President Taylor's administration that Senators are a distinct species, and that continuous service in Congress produces-a Congressman. They have their own easily discernible vocational stigmata. They are a distinct sort of human being and as easily distinguishable, once you know them, as a raw oyster from a cup of tea. The type reproduces with astonishing fidelity, despite the greatest moral, social, and political convulsions. Our system is so arranged that Congressmen must necessarily spend two thirds of their time making arrangements to endeavor to ensure their reelection. I do not make any outcry against the system, but it is a thing to be pointed out. Six thousand night telegrams properly distributed will agitate Congress like a strong wind blowing over wheat, so sensitive is it to the possible political effect of anything it may do or leave undone. I remember that President Wilson, who never got on with Washington easily, never fitted into the scene, and, to me, always seemed rather afraid of its allure and subtle charm, once said: The city of Washington is in some respects self-contained, and it is easy there to forget what the rest of the United States is thinking about. I count it a fortunate circumstance that almost all the windows of the White House and its offices open upon unoccupied spaces that stretch to the banks of the Potomac and then out into Virginia and on to the heavens themselves, and that as I sit there I can constantly forget Washington and remember the United States. Not that I would intimate that all of the United States lies south of Washington, but there is a serious thing back of my thought. If you think too much about being reelected, it is very difficult to be worth reelecting. You are so apt to forget that the comparatively small number of persons, numerous as they seem to be when they swarm, who come to Washington to ask for things, do not constitute an important proportion of the population of the country, that it is constantly necessary to come away from Washington and renew one's contacts with the people who do not swarm there, who do not ask for anything, but who do trust you without their personal counsel to do your duty. Unless a man gets these contacts he grows weaker and weaker. He needs them as Hercules needed the touch of mother earth. If you lifted him up too high or he lifts himself too high, he loses the contact and therefore loses the inspiration. Washington cries aloud to be written about in an intimate, amusing way. It is somehow different from other social settlements on the broad expanse of our continent. The town has a distinctive social life of its own with a flavor and quality slightly tinctured with the modes and manners of "abroad." It has, too, a seductive charm and glamour all its own. The oddity and part of the charm of the Washington condition is just this, that while it has the social framework of a world capital the chief official personages who people the scene are villagers with a villager's outlook and a villager's background. This makes for unexpected ellipses and provides conversation. Henry James called Washington the "City of Conversation": "Washington talks about herself, and about almost nothing else: falling superficially, indeed, on that ground, but into line with the other Capitals. . . . It is in positive quest of an identity of some sort, much rather-an identity other than merely functional and technical-that Washington goes forth, encumbered with no ideal of avoidance or escape: it is about herself as the City of Conversation precisely that she incessantly converses; adorning the topic, moreover, with endless ingenuity and humor. But that, absolutely, remains the case; which thus becomes one of the most thorough, even if probably one of the most natural and of the happiest, cases of collective self-consciousness that one knows." I couldn't refrain from quoting that bit of rich and experienced condensation and observation because it is precisely the whole story. People take such dreadful risks when they venture to approach or touch a subject that a master has laid a benevolent and passing hand upon, even if ever so lightly and in passing. Henry James stopped with Henry Adams when he was last in Washington. These two are the only men who have ever written about this national capital with a sureness and skill that illumined and interpreted their subject. Many others have been conscious, but, as it proved, vaguely and dimly, of the scene they have sought to portray.It all comes down to this: Washington is a curious and delightful place; it is so full of the most refreshing and striking contrasts. The capital of a country of a hundred million, and the center of statesmanship, diplomacy, and high politics, its citizens write hot and hasty letters to the powers that be, protesting that hawks devour their Pekin ducks, and that rabbits come after their corn. They argue gravely the constitutionality of their right of defense against these depredations. Washington is the most feminine of all cities. It has grace and loveliness and many wanton wiles, and, above all, that elusive quality and attribute that for want of a better name we call charm. Its seductiveness and glamour have drawn many a good, homespun citizen away from the hay, grain, and feed business, where be belonged, into the political morass of office-holders. It has the same effect on small-town people that Cleopatra had on Anthony; it makes them forget their homefolks and have dreams which do not come true. Excerpted from Katharine Graham's Washington by Katharine Graham All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

Table of Contents

Edward G. LowryJay FranklinJohn Dos PassosIsa KappRussell BakerStewart AlsopHenry AllenDean AchesonBobby BakerBarbara HowarMarvella BayhSondra GotliebFrederic Van de WaterAnne SquireDrew Pearson and Robert S. AllenAlice Roosevelt LongworthJoseph W. AlsopOlive Ewing ClapperRobert S. Allen and William V. ShannonPerle MestaJohn KoblerAgnes Ernst MeyerMarietta Minnigerode AndrewsHelen NicolayDrew Pearson and Robert S. AllenFrancis BiddleHerblockConstance CaseyRobert G. KaiserHarrison RhodesEllen Maury SlaydenIsabel AndersonMarquis ChildsScott HartDavid BrinkleyAgnes Ernst MeyerWill RogersIrwin Hood "IKE" HooverIrwin Hood "IKE" HooverIrwin Hood "IKE" HooverJames ThurberW. M. KiplingerSimone de BeauvoirDavid McCulloughGeorge Rothwell BrownHelen NicolayBess FurmanEvalyn Walsh McLeanHelen LombardVera BloomEleanor RooseveltScott HartColbert I. KingBen GilbertCary T. GraysonAlice Roosevelt LongworthSamuel Hopkins AdamsEdmund W. StarlingHenrietta NesbittLillian Rogers ParksBen BradleeJ. B. WestTraphes BryantLiz CarpenterHenry KissingerMichael K. DeaverNancy ReaganEllen Maury SlaydenNelle Margaret ScanlanPaul F. HealyGrace TullyEleanor EarlyAbigail McCarthyMeg GreenfieldAlben BarkleyRussell BakerArt BuchwaldP. J. O'RourkeLindy BoggsJack AndersonMerriman SmithEugene RobinsonHedrick SmithMeg GreenfieldSally QuinnEdith Bolling WilsonPhilip HamburgerBess FurmanJonathan DanielsScott HartHarry TrumanEmmet John HughesPhilip HamburgerArthur M. Schlesinger, Jr.Jack ValentiLady Bird JohnsonElizabeth DrewRosalynn CarterPhilip HamburgerGeorge Sanford Holmes
Editor's Notep. xi
Forewordp. 3
Washington Overviewp. 9
The Washington Scenep. 11
30-32 City of Magnificent Intentionsp. 16
Main Street-on-Potomacp. 22
Natural Settingp. 28
Washington Eveningp. 32
Living in Washington, D.C.p. 40
It's Middletown-on-the-Potomacp. 47
The Drama of Conflictp. 55
True Grit and Imitation Grandeurp. 60
Mr. and Mrs. Smith Come to Washingtonp. 67
The Old Order Changethp. 70
New Boy on Capitol Hillp. 77
A Report on a Life Lived in Washingtonp. 83
Life Intertwines Along the Potomacp. 90
The Unpaid Manager of a Small Hotelp. 100
Social Washingtonp. 109
The Society of the Nation's Capitalp. 116
Don'ts in Washingtonp. 122
Boiled Bosomsp. 125
Innocence and Mischiefp. 131
Dining-Out Washingtonp. 136
Washington Parties Are Serious Affairsp. 148
Rumblossoms on the Potomacp. 155
Bigwigs, Littlewigs, and No Wigs at Allp. 165
She Teaches Washington to Put on Airsp. 171
Period Piecesp. 183
Washington Portraitsp. 188
One Sits by the Fire and Surveys the Worldp. 193
Old Washington Vanished, Never to Returnp. 198
The Capital Underworldp. 203
The President and His Cabinetp. 214
The View from E Streetp. 223
Memoirs of a Congressman's Daughterp. 229
Same Place, Different Frenzyp. 241
Wartime Washingtonp. 248
World War I
War-Time Washingtonp. 255
The Capital at Warp. 261
A Topsy-Turvy Capitalp. 280
World War II
Washington Is a State of Mindp. 286
The Main Gatep. 292
Churchill Brightens the First War Christmasp. 297
Boom Town and the Strains of the Newp. 302
The Alleys of Washingtonp. 313
Visitors to Washingtonp. 323
A Letter from a Self-Made Diplomat to His Constituentsp. 324
Will Rogers out of His Elementp. 330
The Young Hero from Coloradop. 334
Lindbergh--the Perfect Guestp. 339
The Greatest Man in the Worldp. 346
Tourists See the Sightsp. 352
Washingtonp. 362
I Love Washingtonp. 366
Washington Eventsp. 377
Hope Tempers Sorrow of Whole People at Tomb of Humble Dead Soldierp. 381
The High Pointp. 383
Era's Endp. 386
Depression Daysp. 391
The Lion at Bayp. 397
Royal Close-upsp. 406
The Royal Visitorsp. 415
Morning Means Another Dayp. 421
The Parade of '53p. 432
Thursday Night: First Sparks of Angerp. 435
President Watchingp. 451
The Foremost Man of His Agep. 460
Reminiscences of the Hardingsp. 465
The Timely Death of President Hardingp. 469
Coolidge Daysp. 487
The First Christmas with the Rooseveltsp. 500
Life with Mamiep. 508
JFKp. 519
The Kennedysp. 527
The Outrageous Memoirs of the Presidential Kennel Keeperp. 542
Never Send to Know for Whom the Wedding Bell Tollsp. 551
Peace at Lastp. 565
The Man in the Emergency Roomp. 571
How We Livedp. 581
Washington Womenp. 587
On Women's Suffrage and a Notable Washington Womanp. 594
Alice Roosevelt Longworth: Defying Conventionp. 599
Herald Angelp. 610
Pioneer Woman of the Twentieth Centuryp. 624
The Private Lives of Government Girlsp. 632
Political Wifep. 640
Women and Childrenp. 646
Washington Humorp. 655
The Attic in My Edifice: Some Random Notesp. 656
The Natives: Their Work and Curious Temperamentp. 660
Four Funny Columnsp. 667
The Winners Go to Washington, D.C.p. 675
How Washington Worksp. 685
Mrs. Boggs Gets Seatedp. 690
Washington's Curious Caste Systemp. 693
Like No Other Cityp. 697
A New Black Dilemmap. 703
Life Inside the Beltwayp. 709
Mavericks and Image-Makersp. 717
Why Do They Hate Washington?p. 725
Beginnings and Endingsp. 734
The Wilsons Leave the White Housep. 737
"We Have Nothing to Fear ..."p. 742
Scintillating Cityp. 747
Death of the Presidentp. 753
There Is No Armor Against Fatep. 758
"FDR (and Me)"p. 761
A Word of Introductionp. 764
White Tiep. 769
The Drums of Washingtonp. 773
The Beginningp. 777
The End of a Presidencyp. 782
Summer 1974p. 793
Prologuep. 797
The Inaugurationp. 801
Washington, 2050 A.D.p. 806