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The salesman looked him over, clucked sympathetically, and returned shortly with the cheapest overcoat in the store. “Marked down on sale, young man, to twenty dollars,” he said kindly. The salesman kept trying to wrestle Tom into buying the bargain coat; while Tom kept asking for something of better cut and material. Only the excited gasp of two salesgirls settled the matter. When they said in awed tones, “It’s Tom Drake! What about an autograph?” the salesman did a mental somersault — and then rushed out the best overcoats the store had to offer. Tom bought the place out. An overcoat, a raincoat, gloves, overshoes, two mufflers. Then, whistling contentedly, he stepped out into the blizzard again — a man dressed for the East! THE Drake behavior upsets neither Tom nor his friends. But it often thoroughly confuses strangers. When he was in Washington, D. C., attending the brilliant opening of “The Beginning or the End,” he met endless senators and their wives, foreign diplomats and displaced celebrities. All of them swarmed around him in the lobby of the theater demanding autographs. It wasn’t until the supper party following the premiere that he got a chance to relax. Then a famous Washington hostess accosted him. “Well, Mr. Drake, how do you like the way we Washingtonians have rushed you tonight?” He grinned. A Drakeism flashed through his mind. “I like it fine,” he said. “But I got my biggest kick when Senator Claghorn’s wife asked for an autograph.” The famous hostess gasped. “Oh, my dear boy! Somebody has been fibbing to you, because Senator Claghorn isn’t a real Senator at all!” she told him earnestly. Telling actress Linda Watkins about it later, back in New York, Tom said, “What could I do? I couldn’t tell her I was trying to be funny. 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