From under my hat (1952)

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From wider my Hat as readily as you turn on the water tap— he said, "I had no idea how much my people love me." It was hitting below the belt, but I couldn't resist reminding him of a Christmas they hadn't loved him quite so well. During the depression a story appeared in the Hollywood Reporter that every MGM workman receiving fifty dollars a week or less would get a special bonus of fifty dollars at Christmas time. There was great joy when the employees read this. Those who'd expected a slim holiday went out and put a down payment on a tricycle, a toy, or a present for their wives. They planned to pick up the gifts the day before Christmas when they got their bonus. But on Christmas Eve there was no bonus. The workers were told that the New York executives had killed the plan. That was one of the blackest days in the studio's history. It would have cost so little to pay that bonus. If the studio hadn't intended doing so, the item in the Reporter should have been denied immediately. Despite my sometimes embarrassing memory, Louis always welcomed my visits to the hospital. He would even phone and say, "You haven't been here in a week. What's wrong?" I'd explain I was busy, and he would say, "But I enjoy your visits, Hedda. When I talk with you, it's like speaking to my conscience." I guess he no longer talks to his conscience, because we haven't spoken to each other for three years. 228