"Throw them away."
"What do you do with your old shoes?"
"Throw them away."
That lad did well. He got in all those questions before he was shouldered aside and two black eyes boring through lenses surrounded by tortoise-shell frames claimed an innings. I restored the "prop grin" which I had decided was effective for interviews.
"Mr. Chaplin, have you your cane and shoes with you?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't think I'll need them."
"Are you going to get married while you are in Europe?"
"No."