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wouldn't have recognized him. I had never even heard his name. But McIntyre, or Stephen Early, or somebody from the staff showed me to a seat.

I sat down. I didn't look at the other man there very much, but I looked at him enough to wonder who he was. I didn't think of him as being anybody who was important. The Governor might have been interviewing anybody, including some upstate friends. This looked like an upstate man to me. I put him down as no New York City bird. He didn't have any of that flip style about him that a New York City person has. He didn't have any of the elegance that you're accustomed to, nor did he have any of the common denominator of the Bowery slang or Broadway. I thought he was perhaps an upstate man - Syracuse, Buffalo, or some place. I didn't really think about him too much. I was completely concentrated on myself.

After a while the door opened to the Governor's study and somebody came out. I forget who it was now. Whoever it was who had shown me upstairs said to the Governor, who sat behind his desk, “Miss Perkins is here and Mr. ‘Blank.'” I didn't hear his name. He said, “Oh, yes, tell them both to come in. I'll see her later, but tell them to both come.” The other man rose. I rose. We went toward the door. The President said, “Hello, Frances.” Then, seeing this man