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Mr. William B. Wilson had been a miner when he was a boy, but by the time he was seventeen he had left the trade. He had been a member of Congress and everything else, but he still had a warm spot for the working people, although he was not a bona fide trade union man. So she overcame that objection in that way. Of course, Jim counted, as you always do, group votes as a possibility for the future.

As the days went by Mildred Adams and several other newspaper people tried to get exclusive interviews with me, asking what I thought about this, that or the other. It was beginning to pile up. The publicity was beginning to mount in response to these trial balloons, and particularly this last one which was so worded so as to seem pretty definite. I was embarrassed by it all. I told Miss Jay not to let anybody in. I wouldn't see anybody. I would hardly answer my own telephone at all. I had a private number, but some people would nearly catch me there. I was most anxious not to comment.

I still held onto the idea that the President would not do it, because I thought there was so much to gain by other appointments and that there was nothing particular to gain by appointing me - nothing politically, except from the point of view of the woman's vote. However, I'm no fool and I was no fool then, and I knew that one appointment