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I tell you about the first appearance of Miss Hopkins?
I don't think so.
Well, one Friday morning a little blonde girl came in
from the South--from “G'o'ga”--named Miriam Hopkins. She was
a most enchanting, precious little girl, and I immediately invited
her to go up to New Haven with me to a Yale-Princeton
game the next day. And she came. It developed that she had
no great gift for silence. She has never stopped talking
since. She babbled on, but was enchanting. She had never
been to a football game, and the Yale Bowl was jammed. Those
were the days when people used to hang onto to the trolleys
going out to the Yale Bowl, practically flat on the ground.
I don't know whether you're old enough to remember that--
those trolleys which they brought out of the car barns, just
for the big games. I walked Miriam the whole way out to the
Yale Bowl from the station, which was quite a walk, and on
the way we passed a pet shop and Miriam fell in love with a
little puppy which she wanted me to buy for her. I pointed
out, “We're going to a football game. You're not going to
sit there with a little puppy in your arms.” So I had to
promise her I'd buy it for her on the way back.
No, we came back on a different street with Miriam
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