of a letter allegedly written by me to a "titled refugee" who had asked for permission to see our paintings and, McCardle says, I wrote her that it was impossible, because on the day mentioned, a strip-tease contest for debutantes was being held in our gallery. The fact is that no such letter was ever written. However, on the strength of McCardle's fairy tales for grownups, the Philadelphia Record printed an editorial, entitled "Strip Tease in America," which hit me below the belt, and then boomeranged right into that newspaper's solar plexus.
McCardle told the world that I was a "millionaire," and it has brought me, so far, 874 requests for loans to hard-up readers of The Saturday Evening Post. The truth of the matter is that I do not own a single bond or share of stock. All the securities, real estate, and other properties that I ever owned, I have given away for educational purposes.
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