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newspaper should be. I felt that they sensationalized too much. I felt they didn't give enough space, not just to my stories, but to all serious news. I thought it was getting too much of a “penny-press” type of operation. I wasn't entirely happy with it although I was getting along alright with everybody there.

Ernest Lindley, then the editor, or rather the Washington correspondent of Newsweek, offered me a job in that winter of '41 on the basis of my work for the Post. I was very seriously interested in doing that only because I was getting fed up with the Post. But I did not take that job for the same reason: I saw that I was going to be going into the army as a draftee very soon, within a few months, so I thought it was silly to accept any kind of change of job then.

And so in fact I did go into the army in May of '41 as a draftee, which I was not a bit sorry about because I felt that we should be in the war by this time. I felt -- well, I guess like my father put it in 1917, in a situation a little different, but I felt so strongly that the Nazis were -- This was early '41. I thought that the United States was genuinely threatened by Nazi Germany, quite apart from the fact that I was horrified with what was going on with the Nazi bombing and the air raids over London and Coventry and everywhere else. So in a way I guess I felt the way my father did -- you know, I haven't really until this minute, thought much of that correspondence. I don't think I've ever thought of that correspondence.

But anyway, I felt the United States should be in the war, and I really don't know if I would have had the guts to volunteer sooner or later if I hadn't had a low draft number. But in