The Presidency and Congress

Abstract

In the summer of 1930, an Austin, Texas, family which was desperate as to how to deal with a nearly fifteen-year-old boy sent him to a place called then - and for all I know still called - Camp Dixie for Boys in Wiley, Georgia. From that camp toward the end of its season - a season mercifully long from my parents' point of view there went out, for those who wanted it and whose parents would pay for it, an expedition called the Virginia trip. And so, nearly forty-five years ago, and only some sixty years after General Lee's death, I was in this Chapel, feeling all those feelings a Southern boy of those times must feel in such a spot. Later, I considered coming back here to college, but instead slid down the path of least resistance into what we called in Texas "The University." But I must, after all, have had a rendezvous, for here I am at last, and most pleased and honored to be here.