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couldn't tell us where it was going to be, but could he store his winter underwear and uniforms with us. So we put his heavy overcoat and his uniforms away. I said, “Tola, where are you going?" He said, “I can't tell you.” Of course he was going to Africa. He was one of the people involved with the invasion of Africa, but he couldn't tell.

That reminds me of the soldier who wrote three letters home to his parents. The first letter was, “I'm not allowed to tell you where I am, but yesterday I shot a polar bear.” Three weeks later he wrote another letter, “I'm not allowed to tell you where I am now, but last night I danced with a hula hula girl.” Three weeks later still he wrote another letter, “I'm not allowed to tell you where it is, but I'm in a hospital, and the doctor told me yesterday I should have danced with the polar bear and shot the hula hula girl.”

But anyway, so much for Litvak!

How about Samuel Hopkins Adams? You were going to tell me a story.

Well, I met him at Liveright's.

I know that you met him at Liveright's, but you didn't take him right away.

He was under contract to somebody. I've forgotten who. But when his contract was up, he said, “Do you want to publish me?" I said, “You bet I do.”