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removed and put onto the gun-carriage, and then we all took our places in the line, in our automobiles. But an automobile procession moving at slow time is a very doleful and not very ennobling situation, it seems to me. I forget who else was there, but there was a long line of people in line.

What interested me was the number of people who came into Washington for them occasion--came from everywhere, Three or four friends of mine turned up from New York-- just came down. “Oh, I couldn't not come to the President's funeral.”

You know, they just had to be there. They wanted to be there. It was an act of love, an act of friendship.

I remember one of them telephoned me and said she was here and would be able to see me that afternoon. I told her to come around to my office and get a good seat where she could see the procession, so that my office filled up rather rapidly. Susanna came down. That interested me. My daughter Susanna, the minute she heard the President was dead, on Thursday night, telephoned me full of distress and despair. She was coming right down. And she did come down, that night, on the night train--to be with me, you know, and to sort of hold me up. She had a feeling that something dreadful had happened to me. Not only did she feel the loss, but she felt that I had sustained a dreadful loss. So Susanna was





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