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I grew up in a mid-size town in Iowa with my mother and stepfather. When I was around 12, my stepfather frequently took trips to Chicago on business. Occasionally he would invite my mother and me to accompany him. How excited I was at the prospect!

When we arrived in the city we checked into the LaSalle Hotel for the night. The next morning we arose, breakfasted on pancakes, and my stepfather went about his business. My mother and I then wandered up and down fascinating State Street and visited Marshall Field’s, The Fair Store, Carson’s and the old Boston Store. At noon we stopped to lunch at Harding’s for one of their famous corned-beef sandwiches and yummy old-fashioned strawberry shortcakes.

Then came the high point of the day. Mom and I walked over to the Chicago Theatre. We entered that magnificent movie palace and were shown to our seats in the dark by the usher’s flashlight. Then the picture came on the screen. I could hardly wait for the ending, when the beautiful orchestra music sounded, the huge velvet curtain parted and the brightly lighted stage was filled with a long line of lovely dancing chorus girls. Next came a mystifying magic act, then two zany comedians, and then, best of all, we heard superb singing. I particularly remember those singing sweethearts, Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy. Who could forget those marvelous vaudeville shows!