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children, sell hearing aids and I am nice looking. Never do have time for beauty parlors and it would give me confidence in my work if I could look attractive each and every day. Also, want the youngsters to be proud of my appearance. “Please-please-please!” Result: I was given a new hairdo, a brand-new outfit, a purse, jewelry, stockings, shoes and underclothes, and Mr. Westmore made up my face for me. Then I tried the Dr. J.Q. program. I waited in line to get in, then had to go to the balcony, but I took an aisle seat. My large Chinese coolie hat at¬ tracted one of Dr. I.Q.’s assistants. He asked me if I’d like to be the first contestant. I said I would love it, and the show was on. He held a spoon in front of my face and I could see my¬ self in it upside down. “If I turn the spoon around, would you see your face upside down or right side up?” he asked me. Nervous and excited, I blurted, “Up¬ side down.” That was wrong, of course, and it finished me, but I won a silver dollar and a game, anyway. At my next two shows I got some pointers: Before you attend, check the shows. When I went to Sammy Kaye’s So You Want to Lead a Band, it was children’s night, and only youngsters could compete. And I went alone to Beat the Clock, but only couples are chosen. For popular shows like these, go early. If you want to sit where you’ll be seen, you have to beat the others there. This TV participation bug bit me so badly that when I went to Holly¬ wood on vacation, I did nothing but go to shows for three days. One night at Stanley Star Hostess Party the M.C. was giving out “happy birthday” kisses. I raised my hand, and he asked me what I wanted. “It really is my birthday,” I said desperately, “and I want to be on the stage with you.” Everybody laughed and he asked: “How old are you?” “About 21.” “You must be more than 21 to be so smart,” he said. “Come up here.” I won a five-piece spatula set and rack. I wore a bright purple sweater to the Art Linkletter House Party and it worked. Art dumped a stuffed skunk in my lap a few minutes after the show started. Later he exchanged the skunk for a beautiful handbag. He told me that he had been fasci¬ nated by my sweater all through the program, and intro¬ duced me to his spe¬ cial guest, actor Peter Lawford. My biggest success in Hollywood was on a local show, Paging the Judge. A story I told won me a watch, a 32-ounce bottle of toilet water, three blouses and a traveling cosmetic case. On Jack Rourke’s Ladies Matinee I was picked to put a pillow slip on a pillow while wearing boxing gloves. I lost, but my consola¬ tion prize was a trio of assorted sauces. Maybe there were other women making the audience partici¬ pation rounds, but neither in New York nor Hollywood did I ever run into anybody who had been on any other show I attended. This is like any other hobby. You have to want to get mixed up in it. Once you are mixed up in it, you learn new things all the time. And it’s one of the few hobbies I know about that doesn’t cost you a thing but your spare time.