She goes to Stern’s department store on 42nd Street and 6th. This is in the day when, well, in 1939 you may not remember it, many of you may not remember it but we had a tremendous depression. Our depression that started in twenty-nine did not come to an end until the war broke in forty-one for us. It was really a depression, so you could buy things at ridiculous prices. She went into the store, went to the millinery department and looked over the hats. Took off her hat and then took a hat that she loved. She thought it was a lovely hat. She put the hat on her head, looked into the mirror and liked what she saw. Walked around the store looking at different angles with this hat on her head, and the more she saw it the more she liked it. She came back and her hat is gone. She called the sales lady over and said, I left my hat here, where is my hat? She described the hat. This sales lady said, “You know, I just sold it. All these hats are one price, so it need not be priced; they’re all the same price and I just sold it. I’ll call the section manager.” So she called the section manager and she described exactly what had happened. The section manager said, “I’m awfully sorry. Any hat in the department you take it with our compliments. We do not wish any unfavorable publicity. So the hat was sold; we have undoubtedly the money for it; and so you take any hat, and it’s the compliment of Stern’s department store.” She walked out with that hat.291 ¶11