One day Conant, Compton, and I went out to Lafayette Park, and sat down on the grass to confer. A reporter came along, recognized us, and wanted to know what was going on. ‘Were just having a meeting of the Rubber Committee,’ I said. He hurried away and soon came back with a photographer. The pictures in the papers the next day added to the legends about me and park benches, even though the committee was actually sitting on the ground (The Public Years, 305).