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socially many people would call me Mrs. Wilson. I didn't care which they called me. I was very anxious to avoid publicity and what I called vulgarity of advertising my personal way of life. I remember being very annoyed because within about two weeks of my marriage a Hearst newspaper reporter came to the door. How he got on to it, I don't know. He came to the door and said that he had heard that I was going to keep my maiden name. There he was with a photographer and everything else. He was going to have the full story of why. I had to think very quickly. My husband is a much franker personal than I am and also much quicker to anger than I am. He was for turning them out of the house and putting the dogs on them. Such impertinence. I had just enough experience to know that you got nothing but awful stories out of that. So I asked my husband to go upstairs and find something in the telephone book, the directory, or something or other. Anyhow, he took the hint and went while I dealt with these people by the old trick of being dumb like a fox and saying I didn't think I would keep my maiden name. I was so sorry someone had given them a wrong steer. I was awfully sorry they didn't have a story.

“Well, somebody called up your house, asked for Miss Perkins and you answered and you were Miss Perkins.”