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Washington, March 4, 1933 -- OUR PRESIDENT, FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT, the nation's greatest POLIO, took the oath of office today. Funny to me to hear the tune "Hand Me Down My Walking Cane." It's real perfection! For that was Washington. Everywhere you looked you saw a walking stick. That's why we felt so at home, for our canes and crutches were quite in keeping with the day. Here comes Joshua Evans, III., down Pennsylvania Avenue. How well he walks! Josh lives in the Capitol City; spent many months here as a patient last year. Dropping into the Albee Building on that same street, right across from the Treasury Building, I found Pauline Murrell busy at her desk. Pauline is President and Treasurer of The American Agency Company, and never misses a day at her office, getting about on two crutches. I met Ruth Wilkes, who came down from New York City, looking very lovely and using one cane. She told me she has been doing quite a bit of traveling the past year. Ruth joined the Bend-Inaugural festivities. As for Virginia Bender, one would hardly know she had ever had polio. She told me she was working in one of the big clinics in Detroit. Speaking of Detroit, I saw Mrs. Lynn Pierson on her crutches, looking for her place in the President's Stand. In the Parade, came handsome George Jobson, from Baltimore, driving a swanky car, to stay over the week-end. George told me he was attending school at Johns Hopkins. Darling Teddy Pottinger, of Atlanta, having the time of his life as he walked down the Avenue with his parents. How nice to chat with Stuart Chevalier, of New York; saw him at the Governors' Reception at the Pan-American Building. Arriving at the While House for Tea, visiting with his friends, we found R. A. Castleman, from Washington, looking so fine and asking about his Warm Springs friends. Lois Foreman arrived from Bellefonte, Pa., and wished to be remembered to all of her friends down here. Most forgot, L. L. Weeks was there, too, coming down from Skaneateles, N. Y. Betty Nan Glimstedt, living in Washington and attending one of the fashionable schools, boarded the train just before we left for home. She looked like a real Georgia peach.

It was a grand review of a sparkling, energetic and most refreshing sight,

-- Polios on Parade.