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this fellow because he had done an unpardonable thing. He had gone up to New Haven and written a review of a try-out and printed it in Time. The play hadn't come to New York yet and was still being revised. That's against the rules. So he was riding for a fall anyway, and when Moss and I put up a holler....

Did you go to Luce or who did you go to?

We went to friends of ours there. We didn't have to go to Luce. If we had had to, we would have. As a matter of fact, one of the fellows that I blamed for this had been a good friend of mine. He let it go through. He quite honestly said, “I thought that you and Moss would be amused. You said it, didn't you?" I said, “We did.” He said, “I thought that you'd laugh. For the Miss America contest, kidding is fair game!”

He saw it in the same vein as you had done it.

He saw it in the newspaper vein. When he saw the resultant hullabaloo, he understood; but I didn't forgive him for a long time. I have now. In fact, he was one of the people who arranged the cover story on me in Time. I would call that more than atonement.