Cornelia lost her pearls, and I've got mine

It'll be one's birthday,

with any luck, within a

few hours; and as much

as I don't think I could

assimilate another gift,

I know where my treasures

are. This takes practice,

but as many times as I've

watched the junior Miss

Bullock, taunting her sis-

ter for misplacing an un-

insured treasure, I see

no more than the sport of

sibling rivalry, in which

the tables turn too often

to expect ever to see what

nobody wants - a winner.

Of the many things a pure

delight cannot repay to Car-

ole Lombard, surely her re-

siliency in that sometimes

very dusty struggle defies

every barrier scattered, to

split the classes and gen-

ders, the wages and sages  

as losing squads. Treasure.

Be good. I'm off to dine.

Gregory LaCava

  director

Morrie Ryskind

  and Eric Hatch

  screenplay

My Man Godfrey

1936

op. cit.