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keep these letters. They were acknowledged when they came in by my secretary. None of these things I'm going to do.” He showed me a couple of letters and he'd start throwing them in the waste basket. Several times he'd get the letter down to within about two inches of the waste basket and then he'd think for a minute and put it on the pile and smooth it down again. I was thinking to myself, “What if a President would dilly-dally around this way?" When we left the room, he hadn't thrown away one of these letters. After we had looked at about twenty-five, I got the general idea. I said, “I don't have to see any more of these. I realize that you can do anything that you want.”

Did he discuss at all with you what he should do?

He said that he wanted to continue in public life. He went off on a little safari the following spring, and then took a trip around the world, doing reports for Look magazine.

Adlai had another close friend in the publishing business, and that was Cass Canfield of Harper's. From 1953 on, we divided him up. Harper would do a book and then Random House would do a book. We maintained our friendship with him until the day of his death. He often would come up either to Cass Canfield, who lives only about two miles from us in Mt. Kisco, or to our house. I remember that, when the boys and I played tennis with him, what a thrill we got jumping around the same court with Adlai Stevenson, who had not only