d**k SIMMONS looked at his roommate. “I don’t know what to do,” he admitted.
David MacDonald turned from the letter he was writing. “Around here,” he replied, “you don’t do anything until you’re told. That doesn’t apply to television speeches, of course.”
Dick shook his head. “I just got wound up,” he confessed. “Everybody seemed to expect me to go on, so I did. This afternoon, as I look back on it, I wonder where I got the nerve.”
“Frankly, so do I. But I wouldn’t worry about it. George Osborne is a tremendously capable executive, one of the top men in the country. But Dad told me that he hates to make speeches. He ducks every one he can. I was watching last night. Just about the time you got wound up, Osborne was there and ready to talk. But when he saw you had a full head of steam up
