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Well, the building wasn't open the next day. And we went back and it took a lot of fooling around to get in. No one was in the FCC area at all. I took all the cards I wanted, spread them out and did all my work. And tabulated the findings differently than the FCC had tabulated them. Because I did a more precise job of breaking them down geographically. And got the information I wanted in the Friday and Saturday exercise. Well, I still wanted to come back Saturday afternoon. Now, some of the agencies in those days worked on Saturday morning. The FCC didn't. I don't know why. But there was no one in the area that I was in. So I went to see someone and said could I work on Saturday afternoon? Well, sure if you wanted to work -- if you were crazy enough to work on Saturday, well, be my guest. We left without making arrangements how to get back in the main door for the building, came back after getting a sandwich, and couldn't get in the building. I was absolutely crestfallen because not only could I not get access to the information -- the raw data -- but I'd left all my tabulations up there.

Oh!

So we sat on the steps of the Commerce Building -- side entrance -- hoping that somebody would either come out and I could sneak in, or somebody would come up who had the authority, who had a key or could get in. I didn't know how to get in. It's a funny story only because, sitting there, somebody came out, a very tall individual -- I recognized him as James A. Farley who was then Postmaster General and was a powerhouse in the Roosevelt Administration. And I said that I had been doing some work and left my papers upstairs, didn't have a way to get back in, and the Postmaster General said--in effect--“Be my guest.”

That's wonderful.