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I was invited to give the baccalaureate speech at the New York University school of law graduation. Would I come? “Sure, I'll come -- terrific.”

The speech was written by my administrative assistant, David W. Brown, who is now the state investigation commissioner-- he's a brilliant guy himself; he went to Washington with me and then about a year ago got a job with the Carey administration, someone who knows a lot about me, I must say that -- someone you maybe want to talk to. He's the chairman of the SIC -- as I say, brilliant. Anyway he wrote the speech. But I said to him, “I really want to do something. I've never gotten over the anger at what Dean Niles said, and I'd like somehow or other to make a reference to it.” And we agreed that I would, and it was in my opening. I'm called to the platform of the law school, and I say as I look over this audience: “It's so wonderful to be back among old friends.” Actually I think the speech was given in the Loeb Center auditorium. “I am so delighted to see those old friendly faces. There in the audience -- ah, is Dean Niles; I see him there, a great raconteur.” And his face lights up with a smile; he's been singled out. I said, “I remember one of his little comments 22 years ago when he said to this class of 83 people, many of them Jewish, many of them Italian, some of them back that when he went to school not every son of a shoemaker, butcher or cloakmaker could go.” I said, “Well, 22 years later that school invited this son of a cloakmaker to come back and give