QUOTE : Come with me,” I tell her. “I’ll show you some real wealth.” “I don’t want to look at any etchings, now,” she sniffs. “Or anything tattooed, either.” “This is strictly on the level,” I insist. “Right this way.” I lead her to the door of the manager’s office. Then I stop and look mysterious. “Behind that door,” I tell her, “is the most precious collection in the world. Imagine the most priceless treasures — let yourself go — see if you can guess.” She is really interested now. “Gold?” she squeaks. I shake my head. “Diamonds?” I shake again. “Well — radium? Platinum?” “You’ll have to see it to believe it,” I say. And push her through the doorway. She gets a look and just stands there. “I can’t believe it!” she screams. I hold her so she won’t fall in a faint. “Rubber tires!” she whispers. “Piles of rubber tires, new ones! And look —a refrigerator! And all that gas! Typewriters, too. Thousands of tires and things!