Between the sheets

AMERICANS are upset to hear that the Lincoln Bedroom in the White House has become a fund-raising asset. They are shocked to hear that dozens of the president's friends and acquaint ances have been allowed to sleep there, in exchange for hefty donations to the president's re-election campaign. Bill Clin ton's other money-making enterprises--coffees, dinners, dawn jogs, rounds of golf--pale into insignificance. This, after all, was the bed in which Lincoln lay after he was shot, in which he was embalmed, and in which his young son died. Could it really have been rented out to Hollywood moguls, Democratic fat cats and the delicate mayor of San Francisco, who complained that it was lumpy? Is nothing sacred?