At a Hollywood premiere the important limousines kept drawing up in front of the marquee. Then came a dilapidated Ford and out of it, faultlessly dressed, stepped Wilson Mizner. He threw his keys at the parking attendant, who in turn looked with contempt at Mizner’s rattletrap. “What shall I do with it?” he asked. “Keep it,” said Mizner and strode into the theater.
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