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and he just hated to take the load of things, although he was the chairman of the Commission. He was always , saying, “Well, now, shan't we let Mr. Moyer do that?” He was the Director. Or, “Shan't we let Mr. Hilton do that?” He was the lawyer. The Director was the executive, you see, of the place. That was his first thought. But he had complained to me bitterly that while that was the right way to do things--you always send a subordinate to any meeting, you know, appoint your subordinates on the interdepartmental meetings (I don't know what you were saving yourself for, I never could make that out)--still he was greatly aggrieved, he had an awful grouch, because Mr. Flemming, who was an awfully aggressive fellow, had insisted on butting in. Where he, Mitchell, would have appointed the lawyer, our counsel, on a committee, Flemming would butt in and volunteer to go. That was terrible. So there you get Flemming every-where representing the Civil Service Commission, andmany people thought he was the Chairman of the Commission, because he was everywhere and he was always speaking for the Commission Civil Service Commission.

Well, he was young, energetic, enthusiastic, and greatly given to mental fancywork. I mean, he would see all around things. He had a complicated mind. He could always think of something to say or do, and talk at great