We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
“Okay, now let’s change the subject.” A great mimic, Gale gets a kick out of behaving as she believes a given interviewer might expect her to behave and has a wonderful col¬ lection of stock answers to stock questions. “With the real nasty-type gossip writer,” she explains inno¬ cently, “you just answer every ques¬ tion with ‘Ye-e-e-s,’ ‘No-o-o,’ or ‘Oh, he’s real nice.’ These words will get you out of almost any situation.” Her stock answer to the stock ques¬ tion, “How do you like working in My Little Margie?” is a gem of naive sim¬ plicity, delivered in an innocent, little-girl voice that is to be taken se¬ riously only at the in¬ terviewer’s peril: “Oh, I just love doing My Little Margie for Scott Paper on NBC television Wednesday nights and for Philip Morris on CBS radio Sunday nights. It’s been such, fun.” Asked why she takes singing lessons, she turns her big blue eyes full on her prey and says, “Because I want to sing more than anything else in this world. It has been my whole life’s ambition ever since I was a little girl. Of course, the money does¬ n’t mean anything.” At which point the press agent claps his hand over his mouth and hastily leaves the room. She also is crushingly expert at putting on the homebody movie star act, during which even she can’t keep a straight face. If her husband hap¬ pens to wander in during an inter¬ view, she’ll say, “Oh, here comes my sweet, darling, wonderful husband, Lee Bonnell, who is associated with the Massachusetts Mutual Life In¬ surance Company, if you need any. Kiss me, darling.” Then she whispers fiercely, “Kiss me, you idiot—the press is here.” When the three boys come home from school she rushes to the door and calls out, “Here are my three little darlings. Come to mother, sweet¬ hearts.” Then the whisper: “You mind your manners or I’ll break your arms.” All three, ranging in age from 11 to 6, are of the quite normal “Aw, gee, Mom” school of youthful recalci¬ trance. Gale’s innocence becomes most wide-eyed, however, when she is asked the question which irritates her most: how does she manage to look so youthful? “Oh, honey,” she syrups, folding her little hands in front of her, “I never use cigarets and I never indulge in intoxicating beverages. And I walk a whole mile every morning before breakfast. The bath is at the other side of the house.” It's Paul's sixth birthday and celebrating are, I. to r.. Daddy, Gale, birthday boy, Phillip,.11, and Peter, 7. 17