Forty places were set for breakfast in the seventh-floor dining room of Washington's big white Federal Trade Commission Building. Just before 8 a.m., the guests arrived.
Most of them were men in their fifties —the 14 women averaged 20 years younger. When the last two chairs were filled, sandy-mustached FTC Commissioner Lowell Blake Mason rose and said "Good morning"; FTC Attorney John Wilson said a simple grace, and breakfast got under way in contemplative silence. For the benefit of the conversationally inclined, slips of paper were placed at intervals along the table, bearing the typewritten admonition:
If the persons next to you...
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