ABSTRACT
In the summer of 1933, I returned to Washington and began working for the Reconstruction Finance Corporation. I mainly typed minutes of what seemed to be an endless array of agency meetings. Everything had to be done without erasures as they were going into permanent files. My office was a friendly place, and I liked all of the women with whom I workedI was the only male typist. One of them became a lifelong friend who was to become the best friend of my nephew and his wife when they later came to live in Washington.
