Both. You’ve played the male and female. You’ve also played the homo. You play everything in this world. One tells you, “Well, I’ve never played that!” Forget it. I had my dancing partner’s father and he had a peculiar fetish against homosexuals. I used to call him Pop—he was like a father to me—I said, “Pop, what possesses you?” because in my act I had this flamboyant homosexual. He was a terrific dancer and he was just simply carried away. So Pop condemned and condemned and I wouldn’t fire him. I said, “No, I like him…like the boy immensely. He does exactly what I want him to do in my act.” Well, this night Pop Johnson, who thought himself very much a man, had a dream and he had the most orgasmic experience with his brother. He was so…the next day he felt so unclean he couldn’t live with himself for over a month, because his own brother was the one who played the part in his dream. I said, “It serves you right!” Howard was in my act and Howard was a wonderful dancer. Why should I fire Howard to please him? Howard went to what they call the Mummers’ Ball back east. It’s the Mummers’ Ball where they all dress up and just carry on and have a most marvelous parade. It started in Philadelphia. Well, we had them in New York City. So this next day Howard didn’t come to the show. I had to rearrange the entire act, because Howard came on twice which allowed me to change my costume. So Howard was not only late, he didn’t come. So when he came in, I said “Well, Howard, what on earth has happened to you?” “Oh,” he said, “Neville, last night I went to the Mummers’ Ball.” I said, “You did?” He said, “Yes and I won the prize.” He said, “I was escorted on my right by three from West Point and on my left three from Annapolis, and here they walked me down the aisle, and I got first prize. I not only got the first prize, but I also won one of the judges!” Good night.741 ¶63