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We went into the Secretary's office, which was another apartment house room. This room was somewhat cleaner in general cleanliness than the others had been, but still it was not clean, nor was it picked up and ready to go. There were papers around. There were books, which certainly were not books of the Department, all around everywhere. There was a great, big portrait of Mr. Doak, which I learned later was the official portrait of Mr. Doak - one of the most terrible portraits I ever saw - hanging over the bookcase facing the Secretary's desk, so that when he looked up he saw this painting of himself. Although he was by no means an attractive looking man, the picture is horrifying and much more horrifying than he was. He wasn't a horrifying looking man. He has great, big deep-set eyes, and I suppose he had such eyes as that, with heavy glasses, in the portrait. The portrait accentuates that. It still hangs in the third floor elevator hall in the present Department of Labor building along with all the other Secretaries. It had been painted for that purpose.

There was a green leather sofa over near a wall of the kind that used to be around the Department. There was also a spittoon in this office. I'm pretty sure that there was one in the outer office, too - the first office that I entered. I was thoroughly familiar with the spittoon from Albany days,