I WENT UP TO THE CAPITOL TO HEAR Roosevelt's second inaugural address. This time it was January, instead of March, for it was the first inauguration after the passage of the Lame-Duck Amendment. Cold rain drenched me and as soon after Roosevelt's speech as I could, I picked up my car at the garage and hastened home to find Ray already there, sitting comfortably before a roaring fire in a huge bathrobe, eating a delicious lunch from a tray.
"I got to the office," he said, "but when I began to sneeze and sniffle, I decided not to go to the Hill for the inauguration. So I came home, got undressed and listened to it on the radio. Gosh! The networks do a fine job of coverage. I'll bet I know more about the inauguration, sitting here, than you do."
Since he had had an advance of the speech, he could write his column comfortably by the fire. We enjoyed the rare freedom of an afternoon by the fire and went over to Donald Richberg's for cocktails.
Don pointed out that any second inaugural speech (he