the glory of the Union and the extension of our markets into lands now unfairly monopolized by England and Germany. Yes sir!
So, as I say, we drove up to the White House—
I'd told the chauffeur to go right up to the front door—just like I'd expect Cal Coolidge to come right up to my front door, if he came to call on me in Zenith. I didn't understand then about the arrangement of the White House.
But there was some kind of cop at the gate and he says, "What do you want, please?"
"What do I want, officer?" I says. "What do I want? Why, I just want to call on the President, that's all!" I says. "I'm an old friend of his, that's all!" I says.
Well, I explains, and he tells me the proper caper is to go round to the office entrance, so I says all right; I'd be the last, I says to him, as a friend of the President, to want to break any proper regulations.
Well, make a long story short, at last there we were, in one of the waiting-rooms to the Presi-
