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they could wire to their papers in sensational style.

The Washington Post, for instance, said that I had said that Alfred Sloan had double crossed me, which he did, that I had burst into tears, which I never did, that there was a rumor that the dispute would be turned over to Governor Murphy for settlement and that I would leave the Department. I remember being very angry about that “burst into tears” business, because if there is one thing that I do not do, it is burst into tears. It's practically impossible for me to cry. I'm one of the females who doesn't cry. The only time I ever cry is when you say a kind word to me when I don't expect it. Then I might cry. But I can't cry under any other circumstances. So that made me angry.

The story that I burst into tears came from Cyrus Sulzberger, whom I practically never forgave for it. He was a young man I had known socially, the nephew of Arthur Sulzberger, the publisher of the New York Times. Cyrus Sulzberger belongs to the Philadelphia branch of the family. They're good people, excellent people. His family were rabbis, heads of theological seminaries, learned people. He had just graduated from Harvard. I knew him socially. He knew a lot of people in New York and went out a lot in New York. He belonged to a