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waving their hands as they would in their home towns and home cities. I don't seem to remember what happened to Ickes. I think they had hired a car for the day. They had rented ahead a car for the day. I think they went around the corner, and I don't remember seeing them. Other people grabbed cabs and did the best they could.

Finally, the Wallaces, Susanna and I were the only ones left who hadn't got a cab. We'd never met. We were just out on the curb in front of St. John's. I remember saying, “I suppose we're all going to the same place.”

He said, “You're Miss Perkins, aren't you?”

I said, “Yes. You're the Wallaces, I'm sure,” so we shook hands. I introduced my daughter.

Henry said, “We better make common cause, get the first cab we can, and all go together, don't you think?”

I said, “oh yes, if you will lot us go with you. It's going to be very hard I see.” No cars came. The doorman over at the Hay-Adams Hotel was totally uninterested in the stranded people in front of St. John's church.

Finally, by Henry running in one direction, and I in another, between all of us, we attracted the attention of a passing colored driver who deigned to draw up to St. John's and pick us up. Henry told him we had to go to the Capitol to the inauguration and that we had tickets to the