Feet Nailed Down

"The President wants me to stay. He told me I could not get away from the NRA or the Administration. He wants me right here with my feet nailed down on the floor. Sure, I'm going to stay."

With a broad grin General Johnson was expressing his pleasure at the discovery that he was still wanted in Washington. He had just found it out, for he was emerging from his first White House conference with Franklin Roosevelt since they both returned from their vacations.

Good reason had the General for nursing doubts. For weeks members of the New Deal had been saying that it was time for NRA to be reorganized. The President had approved the idea. All Washington felt that the General, his usefulness over, was soon departing. Three days before the happy interview last week the General himself outlined a plan for a new NRA headed not by one man but by a board of which he himself would be a figurehead chairman. When it was announced that the NRAdministrator would take a two-week rest at the seashore, it was prophesied that he would not return. Pundit Mark Sullivan cruelly suggested that the President was saying to General Johnson: "Here's your hat. I'm sorry you can't stay."

An hour at the White House reassured the General. NRA would still be reorganized. The only important change was that he would have a guiding hand in the re-organization and his departure would be postponed probably until after Congress meets in January.

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