[on playing an uncredited role in
A Woman's Face (1941), starring
Joan Crawford] On one of my first movies, I was a kid playing
hopscotch in the park. I fell down and cut my knee. Before my own
mother could get to me, Miss Crawford ran, picked me up, took me into
her trailer, cleaned my cut and gave me some chocolate. She did all
this without publicizing it or telling anyone. I don't care what anyone says, she had to have had a decent side to her to do what she did for me for no reason other than to help a child who was hurt. Besides, she was dead when that book was written. She wasn't around to defend herself.