"OUR REALIZATION OF TOMORROW"
HIS EXPRESSIVE HANDS which seemed always in motion, emphasizing a phrase or fingering the innumerable small objects that littered his desk, indicated with a gesture that he was a tired man. The tiredness, the weight of thousands of decisions, was written on his face and dulled the vibrant laughter that always had seemed a part of him. Franklin D. Roosevelt had given me an appointment, to talk politics; but he had not permitted the conversation to reach that subject.
"Mr. President, you helped me a great deal in my campaign in 1942, with advice and by talking with some of your friends in my behalf," I had begun. "This is a national election year, and I would like to do what I can for you. Are you planning to make the race for a fourth term for President?"
He did not reply, directly. Instead, he spoke of Hyde Park and of his occupation as a grower of Christmas trees. It was a somewhat unusual crop, but a profitable one, and did not impoverish the land, he observed.