Eyes twinkling with triumph, FDR handed me one of his special martinis. “Frances, when I sign this bill into law, I want you standing behind me smelling of lavender or lemon verbena or whatever you use in your bath.” Everyone laughed, and I took it in good humor. “I’ll be there, Mr. President. Freshly bathed and wearing my tricorn hat.” Because Social Security might not be as bold as some of the things they tried in Europe, but here in America it was nothing short of revolutionary.
