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ones that we met at luncheon was Shirley MacLaine, who was a tough little chorus girl when she started. This day she was very flimsily clad. I don't know what picture she was making, but there wasn't much of Shirley that we didn't see. Nat Cummings, acting very fatherly, said “Little girl, if you go around dressed that way, you'll end up with double pneumonia.” Shirley MacLaine fixed her baby blue eyes on Mr. Cummings and said, “Mr., you're full of shit.” Cummings almost fell over his plate. He said to me, “Do they always talk that way?" I said, “It depends on what you say to them.” Maybe this bit should be cut out of this “History”?

Oh, I don't know. Wait and see.

September, 1958 was the year that I was a judge of the Miss America. I think that I've told you that story, haven't I?

No. You haven't.

In February, 1958, one of my lectures was in Atlantic City for the physicians and surgeons who had a convention there. There were about 3,000 surgeons. It was a magnificent group, all of the best surgeons. I was the speaker at the big convention hall in Atlantic City. When I got there, the chairman said, “We've got a guest of honor tonight. I hope that you won't mind escorting her into the hall. It's