The whole truth and nothing but

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CONTENTS
The Whole Truth and Nothing But
HEDDA HOPPER and JAMES BROUGH
DOUBLEDAY & COMPANY, INC. GARDEN CITY, NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT © 1962, 1963 BY HEDDA HOPPER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
DEDICATION
To my son, Bill, who never took any sass from his mother and never gave her any.
I’m told that when you write a book with a title like this, you must let your readers know something about your life. Well, I was born into the home of David and Margaret Furry, one of nine children. Seven of us grew up. Three of us are still here, including my sister Margaret and brother Edgar, who played a good game of football when he attended Lafayette quite a while back.
I first saw the light of day in Hollidaysburg, Pennsylvania, a beautiful suburb of Altoona, which used to live off the Pennsylvania Railroad and its affiliates. Since railroads have fallen on lean and hungry years, I don’t know what’s feeding the place today.