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“Honey Fitz” because he was so charming in that lovely Irish way, which is very Irish, very brogue, very full of Irish stories and that kind of wrinkled-up apple look that the old Irishmen sometimes get.

The meeting was in a hall that must have been in the basement of something. I don't recall where or what, but the ceiling was low, which was why I recall it was in a basement. It was a low ceiling and the building had arches. You could see the arches from the basement. The platform was put up and there were flags. There was a milling crowd in the street. The crowd milled in and milled out, milled in and milled out. It was a typical Democratic political rally. They were the rank and file, all right. They would burst into cheers at anything. You could have recited Mother Goose rhymes and you would have gotten cheers at any moment that you signalled it with a break in your voice - either putting your voice down, or putting it up, or making it louder or softer. You could get cheers in either case. There may have been cheerleaders around. I suspect there were, but they didn't listen to the speeches. They just got up and said, “Give it to ‘er boys!” and threw their hands around at intervals throughout.

I said to someone after we were through, “Why did you have them cheer so often? I could see that you were