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social life in times like we were going through? How terrible it would be to read in the paper that the Secretary of Labor attended a dinner at the Whit a House, or a dinner at the British Embassy, which was set with the gold plate, the sweetheart roses, the gladiola ferns, Land all the elaborate nonsense that the newspapers would write up about a dinner - “The Secretary of Labor wore a deep, dark red satin dress, trimmed with....” How terrible to read that in the paper in times like the ones we were going through.

So I said to myself, “It's going to be terrible. I'm going to have to work like a dog. I ought not to have any social life, whether it's pleasurable or official. How would it be to live in a convent? That might me a good idea. You take on the convent rules. The door of the convent closes at eight o'clock or nine o'clock. You don't go out. There aren't any telephones. You aren't invited.”

I even called up the Visitation Convent which is out at the edge of Gorgetown. It was the only convent that I knew by name. Of course, that's a famous old convent where the daughters of diplomats have been educated, as have the daughters of other people. It conducts a very fine school and has a great reputation. It does sometimes offer opportunities for ladies to live there. They were awfully nice, But said they had practically no facilities to take care of ladies