Cincinnati and Washington
One day after we had been married less than a year my husband came home looking so studiously unconcerned that I knew at once he had something to tell me.
“Nellie, what would you think,” he began casually, “if I should be appointed a Judge of the Superior Court?”
“Oh, don’t try to be funny,” I exclaimed. “That’s perfectly impossible.”
But it was not impossible, as he soon convinced me. My father had just refused the same appointment and it was difficult to believe that it could now be offered to my husband who was only twenty-nine years old. It was a position made vacant by the retirement from the Bench of Judge Judson Harmon who was my husband’s senior by more than a decade.