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"My Life with M itzi Gaynor entered my life with a burst of energy, charm and personality. We first met during her engagement at the Riviera Hotel in Las Vegas in 1967. Having been thoroughly captivated by her talent and looks as a performer, I was subsequently captivated by her warmth as a human being. Following our brief meeting, our paths did not cross again until some six months later when we were both at the same party. I was delighted to see her and I was once again smitten by Miss Gaynor when she remembered my name. Our second meeting began what I like to think of as my ''love affair'' with Mitzi Gaynor. She has, on several occasions, gone out of her way to include me in some of her less personal activities. For example: When Mitzie gave a surprise party for her husband, Jack Bean, she recruited my assistance to find what a successful, good natured and devoted husband would like most on his birthday. We then began a three week search of Beverly Hills, Pasadena and Los Angeles. We were unsuccessful in turning up any earth-shattering trinket for Mr. Bean. Mitzi and I then scoured the greater Southern California coast for something of value. Remembering Jack's penchant for old bottles, Mitzi and I collected, over a three-week period, more than fifty bottles of every shape, size and color imaginable. We washed and polished these bottles, laughing the whole time, while Mitzi lovingly packaged each one separately. Needless to say, the gift was greatly appreciated and received. To thank me for my efforts and my frazzled nerves and much used gas credit card, Mitzi sent me one large glass container filled with Excedrin, Alka-Seltzer and Compoz, and a gift certificate for 30 gallons of gas at any gas station of my choice. I have been endeared to Mitzi Gaynor ever since. If there is one single element responsible for Mitzi's affect on her public, both professionally and personally, it's her desire to please. She has never forgotten a favor, a birthday, anniversary or special occasion. And she has never remembered them with conventional gifts or momentoes. Mitzi has a computer's accuracy for dates, casual remarks she has heard and will pick up on any hint from her acquaintances as to their special likes or dislikes. For example, I had mentioned in one of our conversations that I had always wanted to have someone catalogue my rather extensive record collection so that I could just reach out and pick my favorite album without having to sort through mountains of Ips. For my birthday two years ago, a bright looking college student arrived at my door, with pen in hand and commenced the monumental task of sorting through my records, neatly recording them in a ledger and placing them in a cabinet which arrived simultaneously. I treasure that gift more than any other I received. Once a year, the young man comes to my door and we update the collection. I have to thoroughly agree with director Joshua Logan who declared after Mitzi's performance in "South Pacific," "Mitzi Gaynor can do more things better than anyone in Hollywood." I have witnessed her performances in every major entertainment field, from Las Vegas"3nd Lake Tahoe, to Chicago and New York. My television set has been