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together. We went down to a Princeton-Dartmouth football game, and a snow storm took place--it was one of the most famous games in Ivy League history--a violent snow storm. In the middle of it, a Dartmouth man was running for a touch- down and some Princeton drunk in the stands--everybody was drunk because it was so cold--came running out and tackled the Dartmouth runner on the five-yard line and went sliding. That was the most uproarious thing, and of course the stands went crazy. But that weekend stands out in my memory. It didn't work, I'm sorry to say. We were too busy moaning about our own misfortunes to console anybody else.

Now, when did you move into that building that you're in now. At 457 Madison Avenue?

Here we were in our office on Fifty-seventh Street-- 20 East Fifty-seventh Street. The War came along. Donald, my partner, became a major in the Air Force. I was too old. I was already, in 1939, forty-one years old. Donald just about made it. They called him “Pop.” One of his junior officers was Jimmy Stewart, the movie star.

Oh, really. Maybe I can interject another question. When he left, who took over his job? In other words, from the personal aspect, in a publishing company...

We all did. We were still quite small...very successful, but small.