Three of us left Detroit, October 1941. All the mothers and sisters were crying. I guess the old man was glad to get rid of us and the tuition. My Dad was sending money for my dog that was going to the University of Michigan with me taking a speech course. Dad came out to see our expensive educated dog. I said I shot him as he kept telling about the affair you were having with our maid. Dad replied, “are you sure the S.O.B. is dead?”
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We put beer on ice in garbage cans, booze and paper cups on boards, and the customers helped themselves. “Rue’s Roost” never closed! All our help pitched in on the move. Fran Harris came with us on the Friday morning of the opening.