From under my hat (1952)

Record Details:

Title:
From under my hat
Date:
1952
Publisher:
Garden City : Doubleday & Company, Inc.
Volume:
From under my hat
Leaf #:
00028
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books and Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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From under my Hat Well, Ella, Ida, Edna, Nella, and Elda were all pitched in the same key. I soon noticed that at breakfast I was being called Ida— "Ida, pass the biscuits, please." At lunch— "Edna, some more coffee." And at dinner, either Ella or Nella, but never Elda. I didn't have much personality of my own then, but I'd be darned if I was going to give up the shred I did possess. So when Neysa McMein caught on to what was happening, she suggested that I go to the numerologist who had changed her name. I went flyingl Cryptically she made with the dates and numbers and it came out Hedda. "Hmmm-mmm," I said, "Hedda Hopper does have a nice round sound. I'll buy it!" And I went home and told Wolfie. He regarded me bleakly and grunted, "Hedda cheese, hedda lettuce, hedda— nothing. I don't like it!" But in less than a week I was Hedda. I never heard him call me Ella, Ida, Edna, or Nella again. At last I had an identity of my own, and was on my way.