It is a cold winter day at the White House. A handful of pickets trudge through the snow. They have fasted and alternated in marching since the evening before. A snowstorm has buffeted them. Icy temperatures have numbed them. Their placards cry out: Ban the Bomb. Some men in khaki uniforms arrive. Police assign them another area of the sidewalk. The new arrivals, George Lincoln Rockwell and his American Nazis, are angry because five of their followers have been jailed in Philadelphia. "Jail Red Jews, not our anti-Communists," the Nazi placards say. The Nazis picket for 43 minutes and depart. Two smiling college students reach the scene. They, too, have a placard, and they picket, and wave it for 17 minutes. They have come to the capital only to find that the National Gallery of Art schedule for displaying a famous Leonardo da Vinci painting is such that, they won't get to view it. "We Want To See Mona Lisa," their placard pleads. A policeman notes their departure routinely. Neither the fast of the anti-bomb pickets nor the signs of the Nazis nor the antics of the college boys amaze or amuse him. They simply prove that one day is much like any other day on the sidewalk at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue...

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