TV Radio Mirror (Jan - Jun 1963)

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The White House is a-buzz with the gaiety, laughter and noise of little children. Their voices ring through the Presidential home and echo faintly out over the spacious tree-covered lawn now laden with fallen rust-colored leaves of autumn. Here and there the bubbly voice of a little boy can be heard drifting on the wind. It may be some incongruous or childish phrase, but he can be forgiven for not making much sense, because you don't expect too much out of a not-quite-three-year-old, though he is John F. Kennedy Jr. Listen again and perhaps you might catch the girlish ripple of laughter, perhaps a squeal of delight or a yelp of annoyance. Certainly even Caroline Kennedy has a right, like all little girls, to an oratorical outburst. Especially if her little brother pulls her hair. WHAT THE BABY'S DEATH IS DOING TO JACKIE These are the sounds of the White House these days — but they are not complete, not what was intended, not what was hoped for. Amid this cacophony of chatter swirling out of the Presidential home, one voice is missing. A missing voice that adds an inherently painful note to the scene. It is the voice of Patrick Bouvier Kennedy — a voice never heard and never to be heard and yet, strangely missed. Perhaps by now Caroline has forgotten, and if young John ever understood, he must have forgotten long ago. But the memory of that tiny four-and-one-half -pound baby born to Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy at 12:52 P.M., Wednesday, August 7th, 1963 — ftve-and-one-half weeks prematurely — lingers unhappily in the hearts of the master and mistress of the White House. (Continued on page Ik) 40