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been trying to tell him that for ten years!" and he roared and everybody else did too.

After that we felt the urge to dance and went to the Southland night club, a nigger outfit but very good, and danced, and Lillian, a tall, slender, pretty youngster and I were paired off and had a great time. She was a lovely dancer and I got a great kick out of a rather unorthodox situation. Lillian danced with Roy once, and Helen, a dark, pretty, Frenchy looking girl, had had enough to drink to get jealous so she went into a pout that lasted for an hour. Then Roy pulled his masterpiece. He told the waiter that Lillian and I were Mr. & Mrs. C. F. Donovan of New Haven, Conn. and this was our 7 months wedding anniversary. I didn't think much of it until suddenly I heard the orchestra leader announcing the fact to the entire night club audience followed by a great applause and the start of "I Love You Truly" and urging to get up and give a solo waltz - which we did. Thank the lord I had just enough to drink to be able to carry on gracefully through all this. I could see everyone looking at us and smiling as we waltzed past the tables. Then the whole crowd got up and danced and the ordeal was over except for the very richest episode of it all. As the place was letting out at 1 AM, an elderly, very matronly and motherly looking lady, stopped at our table, and leaning over to Lillian and me, beamingly said, "I [[underline]] do [[/underline]] hope that you young folks are [[underline]] very very [[/underline]] happy." I don't give Roy credit for that - I think that was unarranged and it was so perfect, I almost passed out!

When we got to Roy's car in the parking lot, the place was dark and he had left his keys with the