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of “What's My Line?" was a love affair. Arlene and John and Fred Allen and I became close personal friends.

Dorothy was always the outsider for two reasons.

One, none of us liked her politics. She was a Hearst girl, and she had a different set of ideas than we did on Senator McCarthy and several other key problems. We just didn't think alike. But worse still, Dorothy was always a reporter. We began to discover that things that we would talk about in our dressing room, clowning around before the show, would begin popping up in Dorothy Kilgallen's column. We didn't like that.

John Daly was very arbitrary and he really ran our show. He was, I think, largely responsible for its great success. He was a marvelous M.C. They couldn't do anything that he didn't approve of. When they tried any stunts, John said, “Absolutely not. This show is set and it is going to stay that way.”

I remember one night we had a sword swallower, and she brought a sword with her. When we had guessed her--we did, too, by some miracle--I said, “I'd like to see you swallow that sword. There must be some trick to it.” John wouldn't let her. He said, “That's not 'What's My Line?' If you want to see it, go to a circus.” He said this right on the air. She had the sword with her, but he wouldn't let her use it.

One Sunday night Dorothy Kilgallen really enraged him. A well-publicized gangster in California had been jailed, a