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had acquired the definite policy of never checking my coat, because you never can get away if you do that. I always feel that even if you do freeze to death, you should wear a lightweight evening coat that you can hang on to yourself without being overburdened, and you should hang on to it, so you don't have to have the agony of getting a check and going to the cloakroom to get your cloak when you want to go home. So we hung onto our coats.

We proceeded toward the entrance to the ballroom. I thought that at any moment someone who would recognize me as the incoming Secretary of Labor would speak to me. I was looking pleasantly in all directions and thought that somebody who had official obligations to run the ball would do this, as they would at a ball in New York. Somebody would have been watching for everybody. I thought there would be someone like that and that he would give me his arm, tell me what to do and see me through. Nobody did that. I was with Susanna, and either my cousin, or one of his boys.

As we got close to the door where we would enter the ballroom, I saw a most resplendent lady - oh my! She was really handsome. She had blonde hair that looked natural. It didn't look bloodied, but very natural. She was of uncertain age. As I think upon it now, she was probably