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one. I couldn't see a different newspaper man every day for long interviews. It was really very pressing. I remember I got into great trouble. One man whom I had never heard of called up and asked for an interview. My secretary asked me about it. His name was Rodney Dutcher and he's dead now. I'd never heard of him. I had given an interview to somebody the day before, and somebody else the day before that, this was a terrible day, and I told my secretary to say that I absolutely couldn't do it. I had no time and it was out of the question.

He apparently went off furious. He went to the Press Club and told everybody. Ruth Finney, whom I had become acquainted with, came over to see me and said, “I don't believe you know who Rodney Dutcher is.”

I said, “I certainly don't. I never heard of him.”

“Wall,” she said, “don't ever let him know that you never heard of him. He's a very sensitive lily. He doesn't think there could be anybody who doesn't know who Rodney Dutcher is.”

I said, “Well, do tell me. I know the names of some people that I thought were leading newspaper men.” I knew Frank Simonds. I knew Mark Sullivan. I knew Mr. Oulihan. I knew them, but I was strictly of New York and didn't know who Rodney Dutcher was.