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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.

Did you?

No, we came back on a different street with Miriam