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me to serve as Civil Service Commissioner, and that I'd accepted, so that these other two gentlemen knew about it the next morning while I was still in town. They telephoned me, and we had a very pleasant conversation. Harry Mitchell came out to call on me. I stayed a day or two. He was very, very pleased about my appointment.

Different from when you were first appointed to the Industrial Commission in New York.

Oh, yes! Oh, very different. Mitchell was a Democrat, and he was delighted. Anyhow, they were very nice, and they were very pleased to have me come, and I told Mitchell that I wouldn't come before the end of the month.

At any rate, I swore in the end of the month, and I went to work. It proved to be much more interesting than I had anticipated. No, I was not gloomy about taking the job, because I didn't want to write any more books. I wanted to get to work. I didn't want to succumb to this literary fantasy that goes around, you know, where you're a literary person and you go from one luncheon and one dinner and one tea to another. I mean, you have no idea what this business is. There's a luncheon about the book, and so forth and so on, and I didn't want to be doing that sort of thing the rest of my life. It seemed kind of silly. I like to work. I'd rather work at a thing, straight forward, a job.