But sometimes people do forget who they ar Mr Bolder,' I said,,as. Eddev Oh, come on!' Mr Bolder answered It's not true you know! These men just want something mo exciting in their lives another woman, perhaps'H Something different We arrived in New York at about ten o'clock a night. I took a taxi to a hotel, and I wrote the name, Edward Pinkhammer, in the hotel book. Suddenly I felt wild and happy I was free. A man without a name can do anything. The young man behind the desk at the hotel looked at me a little strangely. I had no suitcase I'm here for the Druggists' Meeting,' I said. "My full of suitcase is lost.' I took out some money and gave it to him there w The next day I bought a suitcase and some clothes a fat m one and I began to live the life of Edward Pinkhammer I didn't try to remember who or what I was. "Hell The next few days in Manhattan were wonderful doing i the theatres, the gardens, the music, the restaurants, "I'm the night life, the beautiful girls. And during this time coldly learned something very important if you want to be The 110 happy, you must be free. to the d Sometimes I went to quiet, expensive restaurants a teleph with soft music. Sometimes I went on the river in boats