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in love with her than I was, I guess. When she would have these fainting spells, Donald became terribly worried, but I used to scream with laughter and applaud, which infuriated her. I was three or four years older than Donald. It made a tremendous difference at that time. I was out of college and down at Wall Street, and he was still at Williams.

When Donald came down from Williams, he took a summer job down with me at the brokerage office. We were inseparable. She would write long letters to both of us. We would often exchange them, just to see whether she had written the same thing to both of us, and very often she had--until she found out that we were exchanging letters. It enraged her that we were showing her great love letters to each other. We knew precisely what she was up to, but she had us hooked. It was a ludicrous and hilarious situation.

Well, the end of it came one time when we decided we had been making fools of ourselves long enough and proposed that we tell Marion she had to choose between us. I felt a little guilty about this because I knew at that time I had the upper hand and that she was going to choose me. She came down from Vassar one week-end and Donald and I confronted her. This gave her a chance to put on one of the most superb performances ever seen outside the walls of a theater. And after giving us the full treatment, she picked me. And Donald threw his head back and said goodbye and went off. And the minute the door closed, Marion wheeled on me and said, “You made me give up the finest man I ever met in my life. Now you've got to be