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Anyhow, she had begun to fail. She had begun to appear in the office with a shawl around her shoulders - a little, knitted shawl. She began to fail and didn't have enough poise to realize that no matter how cold she was she should wear red flannel underwear, but not put a shawl on under any circumstances. She'd begun to stoop a little and be a little droopy. She was in a post that didn't require much. All she had to do was to sign certain papers that were prepared for her, so that the Secretary of the Department of Labor had signed them. She didn't have any heavy duties. As a matter of fact, I think it doubtful if there was any real reason for having a Secretary of the Department, except that they had always had one. Nobody ever wanted her around. She was always being kind of pushed about.

This is very interesting now. I never had any run-in with her through these years when she was Secretary, neither had anyone else. She was the kind who minded her own business. I don't know how it ever happened, but she began to smell communism. At that time nobody had ever heard of communism, so far as I know. She called it communism, not socialism. Socialism was never anything in New York, except in the ladies' coat, dress, suit and waist makers. There it had apparently a corpus and an activity.

She began to murmur something about Communists. I don't