"Goodbye, Mr. Hoover."
''Goodbye, Mr. President."
"Goodbye, Mr. Hoover. I wish you a pleasant journey to California and a safe return."
It was a quiet little conversation, apparently the talk of two close friends. They had come out of the White House, gotten into step with each other and walked down the lawn, where Mr. President had halted, turned and with a sweep of his arm indicated what a really fine place to live the White House is.
It was a very public conversation, however. Not only were the camera men there and the...