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simply fine. Her name was Mrs. Crist. She was fine, and she had worked with all kinds of people, all kinds of things. Of course, I wanted of her more then the kind of secretary that just takes dictation and types it out, because I was used to the kind of secretary you have in the Government who'll do everything for you, you know--who'll follow up lines of inquiry and go and find out about this and that. Well, I found that I couldn't use her for all those things. I needed more than one person. But she had a sense of organization, and she would say, “You ought to get a research person to help you, you know.”

Well, I had all this money in advance. I could do it, you see. It was given me to pay for the costs of doing the book, and that meant that I could employ a research person. Then I employed another stenographer. So it went. And it went very slowly. Oh, terrible! I would work at it, and I would try to dictate, and I'd be terribly discouraged. I wouldn't like the dictation and I would write things out by hand. It was disorderly and disorganized. Some parts would be good. Mrs. Crist was the kind of person who would encourage you when it was good. She had good judgment.

Then she said to me-- she must have been working for me about a month--“Did you ever dictate to a dictaphone?”

I said, “No, I never have.”