"The scene was room 3043 of Washington's giant Department of Commerce building...Since the first week in February [civil servant Diana Rogovin] had been keeping a lone death-watch on the once great National Recovery Administration... Sole survivor of the huge staff which once had on it Washington rolls the names of 5,300 souls, Miss Rogovin last week prepared to cash her final paycheck and bring the NRA to its end... But her feelings for the battered Blue Eagle were still tender. She smiled: 'We'll bow out together. But I hope the government decides it needs both of us again.'"