Othman: Dis is DE Day
By Fred Othman
WASHINGTON – This is the day to whoop-and-holler, not yesterday.
If you’ve already torn up your phone book and thrown the pieces out the window it serves you right and don’t go blaming President Truman. He did his best. All day yesterday his assistants emerged at intervals from the executive offices and said, “Uhh-uh–not yet.”
The morning started out beautifully. German surrender was in the air and the odor of freshly cut grass. The White House gardeners were cutting the lawn. The sun was shining. The movers were hauling in the new President’s belongings and depositing them in living quarters painted varying shades of raspberry pink, green and blue. Everything looked wonderful.
It still looked that way at 10 a.m. when Press Secretary Jonathan Daniels called in the correspondents.
“All I have this morning,” he said, “is proclamation–.”
The scribes unsheathed their pencils and the press association men got set for the fastest foot race yet to the telephones.
“–a proclamation,” continued Daniels, “about National Rehabilitation Week.”
“Try and get that one on the wires,” cried a disappointed writing wretch.
“Then put it in your pocket,” said Daniels.
Daniels’ girl almost mobbed
An hour passed. Daniels’ girl stuck her head out his door and nearly got mobbed. Daniels had some more news, she gasped.
He did, too. It was a letter to the governors of the 48 states inviting them to drop in at the White House whenever they came to town. The reporters went back to their red leather seats in the reception room, where they smoked too many off-brand cigarettes and bit their fingernails. Lunchtime came. A messenger shagged in some tuna fish sandwiches.
At 1:55 p.m. that girl (the brave one in the tan dress) came out again. More news, she said. Then she leaped out of the way. Daniels read a four-line statement by President Truman saying he’d talked to London and Moscow and didn’t intend to do any talking about peace until they did, too.
Jimmy Byrnes drops in
Until then (and he didn’t say when) there wasn’t anything he could say. Word filtered out that he’d dropped over to the mansion for a bite.
A couple more hours passed and in came Jimmy Byrnes, who used to be the assistant president. He spent an hour with the President and then walked into an impromptu press conference. He said:
- The weather in South Carolina has been so cold and rainy lately that he hasn’t caught any fish.
- He will be in Washington all day today. (Why, Mr. Byrnes?) To visit his dentist and have his choppers polished, he said.
Soon thereafter came the news that President Truman had signed the franking bill for Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt. Now she doesn’t have to worry about running out of postage stamps, ever again.
The photographers ran outside to get pictures of President Truman’s piano being hoisted in the door. Another hour went by and at 6:10 p.m., Daniels himself came out (the girl must have lost her nerve) and said he had some news:
- Today is President Truman’s birthday.
- He will spend it for the first time in the refurnished White House.
- Today’s the day to whoop-and-holler. Nine a.m. is the hour.