New York will be present, to talk over the manner in which psychiatry will aid my research!  I can’t say how tickled I am over his attitude.”  Next letter:  “At ten reached Dr. Pierce Bailey’s, the big psychiatrist, and for an hour and a half we talked, and I was simply tickled to death.  He is really a wonder and I was very enthused. . . .  Before leaving he said:  ’You come to dinner Friday night here and I will have Dr. Paton from Princeton and I’ll get in some more to meet you.’ . . .  Then I beat it to the ‘New Republic’ offices, and sat down to dinner with the staff plus Robert Bruere, and the subject became ‘What is a labor policy?’ The Dad, he did his share, he did, and had a great row with Walter Lippmann and Bruere.  Walter Lippmann said:  ’This won’t do—­you have made me doubt a lot of things.  You come to lunch with me Friday at the Harvard Club and we’ll thrash it all out.’  Says I, ’All right!’ Then says Croly, ’This won’t do; we’ll have a dinner here the following Monday night, and I’ll get Felix Frankfurter down from Boston, and we’ll thrash it out some more!’ Says I, ‘All right!’ And says Mr. Croly, private, ‘You come to dinner with us on Sunday!’—­’All right,’ sez Dad.  Dr. Gregory has me with Dr. Solman on Monday, and Harry Overstreet on Wednesday, Thorndike on Saturday, and gee, but I’ll beat it for New Haven on Thursday, or I’ll die of up-torn brain.”

Are you realizing what this all meant to my Carl—­until recently reading and pegging away unencouraged in his basement study up on the Berkeley hills?

The next day he heard Roosevelt at the Ritz-Carton.  “Then I watched that remarkable man wind the crowd almost around his finger.  It was great, and pure psychology; and say, fool women and some fool men; but T.R. went on blithely as if every one was an intellectual giant.”  That night a dinner with Winston Churchill.  Next letter:  “Had a simply superb talk with Hollingworth for two and a half hours this afternoon. . . .  The dinner was the four biggest psychiatrists in New York and Dad.  Made me simply yell, it did. . . .  It was for my book simply superb.  All is going so wonderfully.”  Next day:  “Now about the Thorndike dinner:  it was grand. . . .  I can’t tell you how much these talks are maturing my ideas about the book.  I think in a different plane and am certain that my ideas are surer.  There have come up a lot of odd problems touching the conflict, so-called, between intelligence and instinct, and these I’m getting thrashed out grandly.”  After the second “New Republic” dinner he wrote:  “Lots of important people there . . .  Felix Frankfurter, two judges, and the two Goldmarks, Pierce Bailey, etc., and the whole staff. . . .  Had been all day with Dr. Gregory and other psychiatrists and had met Police Commissioner Woods . . . a wonderfully rich day. . . .  I must run for a date with Professor Robinson and then to meet Howe, the Immigration Commissioner.”