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She came from Missouri with one shining
dream — that she exchanged it for another
has meant more than anything
else she could have done
Mary Margaret and Eleanor Roosevelt have known each other since FDR was governor of New York. "She's the world's greatest woman," says MM.
Two girls from Missouri talk things over. Mary Margaret interviewed Margaret Truman on TV the night her father won the 1948 nomination for President.
Mary Margaret drew almost as many people as a World Series game when her fifteenth year on the air was celebrated at Yankee Stadium 'in 1949.
BY JO PEARSON
28
The day was like any other. Fifty to sixty women, their flowered hats bobbing cheerfully, stood in the hallway which led to the studio. Waiting at the entrance, as is her pre-broadcast custom, was Mary Margaret McBride, her warm handshake extended to them one by one. Then out of the line tottered a tiny, elderly lady in well-brushed black relieved by worn but carefully-pressed touches which were as white as the neat bun visible under her black straw. She thrust a tissue-wrapped package into Mary Margaret's hands and darted away. In the swirl of handshakes and greetings, no one noticed that she hadn't returned to her place in line.
The tissue fell away under Mary Margaret's round hands to reveal an exquisite cut-glass bowl. The note attached to it read:
Dear Miss McBride:
This is the last of my wedding
presents and I want you to have
it. They are taking me away to
the old people's home today.
Goodbye, and thank you for the
many hours of pleasure your
program has given me.
"Well, goodness!" said Mary Margaret. "Where is she? Where is she? Stella, please find her!"
Stella Karn, Mary Margaret's good friend, manager, and "no" woman, raced to the elevators. No little lady. The operator remembered seeing such a person going down a few minutes before. He sped Stella to the main floor. The starter, too, remembered seeing a little old woman hurrying down the crowded RCA Building halls. Stella