A PICTURE OF 1907
MANY friends and officials of the Immigration Service called at my office during the first few days after my arrival to take up my duties at Ellis Island.
One day, when the flood of visitors had subsided somewhat, and I was discussing various phases of the work with Assistant Commissioner Byron H. Uhl, the conversation happened to turn to the year 1907.
"Who was here," I asked him, "when I came through the Island?"
"Well, I for one," he replied, laughing. "I'm nearly as old a fixture as the first buildings. I've been in the Service about forty years, you know."
"But an Italian immigrant boy coming through in 1907," I said, "surely wouldn't have seen you."
Again he smiled. "We couldn't see the individuals for the crowds we had in those days," he said. "But wait--Martocci! Why didn't I think of him before! He probably admitted your family."
Seeing my eager interest, he explained: "He's the same Italian interpreter we had when you came through the Island. Wouldn't you like to talk with him?"
A few days passed before I had the opportunity to see Frank Martocci. He came into my office and congratulated me in Italian, having already read in the papers of my appointment and my im-