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Fort Wayne." Instantly she stretched out both arms to them, crying, "Hello, folks! Hello, folks from home! Glad to see you from Fort Wayne! Hello! Hello!"
After the flag-raising ceremonies we went into the main-floor lobby of the State House, where some three thousand people were waiting. Following brief remarks by Governor Schricker and myself, Miss Lombard plunged into the actual selling of bonds. And what a sale! The committee had set the day's quota at $500,000, but it was soon apparent that they had far undershot the mark. I stood and marveled at the speed and ease with which Carole passed out the receipts— receipts that, as long as the supply lasted, carried her autograph and her picture. And never did customers respond more eagerly. As a star of the screen, Carole Lombard never made a greater impression, and never did she herself get more from any experience, as she repeatedly told me that day.
From the State House corridor she was taken to the Claypool Hotel, where there was another brief flag-raising in the center of the lobby, to the music of a United States Army band. It was Miss Lombard who raised the flag as "The Star-Spangled Banner" echoed through the hotel.
From the Claypool the celebration moved to the Governor's Mansion for tea and a reception for the Hollywood guests of honor. This had been planned as a social affair only, but by that time everyone was thinking and talking bonds. The report had reached us downtown, where we stopped to catch our breath, that the guests were actually selling bonds to each other, with Carole again the spark that ignited the flame.
As soon as it was possible to whisk the guests away and give them a few minutes to rest and dress, it was time for them to join us at dinner. Both Miss Lombard and her mother were utterly gracious and delightful. It was here that I first learned from Mrs. Peters that her daughter had decided they must fly back to California late that night, as Carole felt she should get right back to the studio for some retakes she knew had to be made.
As soon as we could get through dinner it was time to drive over to the Tabernacle for the big mass meeting. A crowd banked the curbs all the way from the hotel to the hall— and this in Indianapolis, not New York or Los Angeles! It felt like an old-time political rally, and I thought what a joy it would be to any campaign manager to have such a candidate as this evening's star. She was the first principal I had ever seen go through such an occasion with never a single mistake; every time there was anything to be said or done, she said or did exactly the right thing. Her observations were all appropriate and at times absolutely brilliant. It was ad libbing at its best. At no time was there the slightest tinge of acting.