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Hmmmm…you could talk about how he led the space race and his goal to land a man on the moon, how he created the peace corps, and how he was a major force behind the arts (having plays, concerts, and musicals at the White House). You could talk about his leadership in inspiring Americans, emphasizing public service, how he started to pave the way for civil rights legislation that LBJ eventually passed. How he brought the American mindset and economy out of the post-war era and started a trend of sociological and technological advancement in our society. And of course his role in preventing nuclear Armageddon during the missile crisis and signing the test ban treaty. I hope this helps you a little!
Senator Kennedy photographed by Yale Joel, 1959.
Senator John F. Kennedy photographed by Arnold Newman outside the US Capital in Washington D.C., 1953.
Near the end of October the President went to Massachusetts to receive an honorary degree from Amherst College and speak at the ground-breaking ceremonies for the Robert Frost Memorial Library. When he returned, he flew directly to Atoka, Virginia, where Mrs. Kennedy and he were going to spend the weekend in their new home. He came back to the office on Monday very anxious over the civil rights legislation. He worked for an hour and a half on it and finally came up with a compromise proposal he thought would pass the House. Then he went into a meeting on the Algerian question that lasted for about half an hour.
While he was in that meeting, Caroline and John came outside my door and tapped on the window. When I looked up, I saw two masks staring at me. I remembered that it would soon be Halloween and I opened the door and acted as though I were scared stiff. They whooped and hollered and laughed, thinking they had frightened me. They wanted to know where their daddy was. I told them he was in a meeting. “Do you think he will know who we are?” Caroline asked. “He will never recognize you.” They jumped around my office, barely able to wait until he came out and saw them. He, too, acted scared, and asked them to go away. John pulled off his mask as if to say, “Look who it is,” and the President said, “Why, it’s Sam and Mary!” This drove John crazy. John was so mad he put his mask back on. “I’m not Sam!” he yelped. Then Caroline pulled hers off, and he went through the same thing with her. Both of them pounced on him then. They wanted him to roll on the floor with them. He went into his office with both of them behind him.
He called for the dogs and was going to feed them some dog candy he had asked me to keep in the office, but the dogs must have been penned up in the flower room because they were nowhere to be found. With all the world problems surrounding him at the time, the President seemed to find an antidote for the tension in Caroline and John’s visits. —Evelyn Lincoln
JFK photographed by Verner Reed in his office in Hyannis Port, 1957.
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Jack, Jackie and Caroline photographed in Hyannis Port by Jacques Lowe, 1958.
Debarking from his helicopter, the President made for his room and quick changed into sports clothes. Then he would scoop up Caroline and assorted nieces and nephews and wheel off in the golf cart to the local candy emporium two blocks away. “Friday evening he’s a regular,” reported owner Bob Garbutt. “He isn’t down in the chopper fifteen minutes before he’s over here.” The President’s orders: “Give the kids what they want.” Then he’d fall to leafing through magazines on the newsstands while young Kennedy’s called out for licorice, chocolates and ‘sugar daddies.’ His two month bill for newsprint and goodies ran to $70 (about $540 in today’s world).
Secret Service agent Mugsy O’Leary once said that “nobody loves kids like Bob and the Boss.” All the Kennedy’s had a tribal way with children, but Uncle Jack was it for the little Kennedy’s—and not because he was the President, an eminence which some of them comprehended vaguely. He was the bona fide PIed Piper uncle. One smart clap of his hands, as he boarded the golf cart bound for the ocean-front dock and a day of sailing, and every junior Kennedy able to walk materialized out of nowhere—streaking out bushes and houses, deserting the trampoline and butterfly-chasing, knowing that that was a signal for a roller-coaster ride. They yelled as they ran, “Jack! Jack! Jack!” Once when Uncle Bobby banged up a cart fender in reckless driving, the little JFK partisans chanted, “We’re going to tell Uncle Jack on you.”
JFK’s golf cart rides seemed to appeal more than everything else to the children. My first view of his phenomenon came from the Ambassador’s front port where I had nearly punctured myself by sitting on a chair on which someone had left a spiked horseshoe. Photographer Stanley Tretick was with me. Within sight, actual count, were eight bikes; two babies; one in a buggy and another crawling in the grass; three nannies in crisp white uniforms. Then a white golf cart comes whizzing by at such speed, it blurred before the eyes. The cart overflowed with minor Kennedy’s—were there six, eight, ten?—but there was no mistaking the Kennedy at the wheel who wore knockabout clothes and sunglasses. It was the President. First impression: His driving hadn’t changed with his office. As a Senator and as a candidate, he drove his gray Oldsmobile convertible like a Grand Prix racer. He zoomed in and out of rush-hour traffic, ran red lights, and screeched around corners while chatting as pleasantly as though he were safe in an armchair at home. His passengers closed their eyes and prayed, ignoring the speedometer reading. Only two persons seemed unfazed by this hair-blown Barney Oldfield. One was Kenneth O’Donnell, the other was Jackie who never seemed ruffled by her husband’s vehicular near misses.
Stanley Tretick’s golf cart picture [top], in color, appeared on the cover of LOOK magazine January 2, 1962, and no picture ever taken of JFK so exudes the youth, the zest, the vitality, and the pure hunger for life that this one does. He is squinting into the sun, the breeze brushing his thatch of hair. His broad grin is an excited one. He is clad in a blue polo shirt, sailor pants, and blue socks, and he is guiding the flying cart nonchalantly with one hand while the other arm embraces his nephew. In his lap, a niece is clutching the wheel, while a total of eight small-fry Kennedy’s look ahead to coming hazards with expressions of gleeful fear. The picture radiates danger, thrills and fun with the Pied Piper. That was the way it was in Hyannis in the brief summer days of JFK. —LOOK magazine’s Laura Berquist
These photos were taken by Jacques Lowe in October 1963, which appeared in Look magazine just four days before the Kennedy motorcade passed before the Texas School Book Depository Building in downtown Dallas.
In their grief, Americans wept afresh over these photos of a President and his son. In Omaha, Nebraska, where the Midwest Governors’ Conference was in stunned adjournment, Governor George Romney of Michigan stood transfixed, looking at the cover of JFK and his son. He was a father, and there was a mist of understanding in his eyes. He shook his head, and said: “Now, through this terrible thing, these pictures are historic.” It was an an “act of God” that they were taken, said Mrs. Kennedy, for they were not only a last closeup of the tender, prideful relation JFK had with his boy, but they almost didn’t happen at all. The idea was born eighteen months before—and came off only, in truth, because the pictures were “sneaked” with Presidential help while Mrs. Kennedy was off cruising in the Greek Islands.
In this set, to get John Jr. to stand still, if only for a few minutes, was a problem. The President solved it by sitting on a bench in the Rose Garden and urging his son to play his favorite game, “Secrets.” Then JFK turned John over his knee and gave him a mock paddling, followed by an affectionate paternal caress. JFK was so pleased with these photos he reportedly trotted them all over the White House, showing them off to anyone who would look at them.
JFK photographed by Yousuf Karsh, c. 1957
Bobby Kennedy in Jerusalem, 1948.