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?╜?╟≤* 2 fhe management, upset at this invasion of what they con* / * | i 'i 1 ?√ß * sirred my "privacy, ?╟Ñ was all set to discharge the real maids, when X got wind of the scheme. X went to bat for them, and they kept their jobs* X also acquired two more fans in the ?√ß?√ß (fK ' ' '< : ...- ...... process. ' > 1 ^ ( ?╟≤'>' v*T; ( t ;?╟≤/ ** s* ?╟ú /? ?√ß > , l */' ^ . v* ;V 7- lA There is often a moment when adulation ends, and mayhem begins, and a good manager knows instinctively when that time has arrived. Fortunately, Xrvin Feld, my manager, always seems to know when this is about to happen, and X must credit him with spar- ing me innumerable black and blue marks, lipstick smears, trod* -on toes, ripped lapels, and missing cravats. ?╟≤ . , ?╟≤ \ i; 7 ?╟≤* \ V?╟╓.V One such "escape" stands out vividly in my mind. I was appearing in Atlantic City, and a mob of autograph seekers surrounded my hotel. X was all for meeting them in the lobby, but my manager smelled trouble and made a hurried phone call. He then rushed me to the roof, and about ten minutes later X ' was amazed to watch a helicopter gently touch down about 20 feet sway* I was led in, strapped in, and whisked off.* When a girl in San Kemo, Italy, asked for my autograph, X wap a bit befuddled, slnc^ she,had in evidence no book, handbag, menu, program, or other piece of paper on which to write, and no pen or pencil to write with. ?╟≤more