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which I very often could not. But we knew where to stop talking. We understood each other and we had common interests. Both of us loved that building. That was the thing that we shared. He would come. I would see him. I would walk up Madison Avenue with him and I would always hope that we would pass somebody or another that I could impress properly. Somehow or other we never met anybody, it seems to me.

Did you ever talk to him about the stock market? Apparently that was his real love in some ways.

Of course we talked about the stock market a great deal, and baseball too. One day he told me, “I had to make a big choice: the Church or professional baseball.” I professed surprise, and he said, “I was a great catcher.” Well, of course, my dad had been a catcher too so we had that in common. He said, “Where do you think that I learned to kneel? I'll show you. I can still catch.” He went out in the hall and called up and said, “Throw me my red cap.” They threw his little red Cardinal's cap down from way upstairs and he caught it and slapped it on his head. He was quite a human gentleman.

We often argued, of course, about books. The Legion of Decency, you see, was installed right across in the old Reid house. They still are there. They don't call it that anymore. They've got another name for it, and they've