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Next morning a Dorchester valet discovered General Bradley up and dressed at 7:30. Said he: "Good morning, sir. My, sir, but you did a lovely job." The General grinned shyly and said: "Gee, it was nice getting back. The doorman, the head porter and clerks at the reception desk were all awfully nice when I arrived last night...
They called his Negro valet. Big Arthur Prettyman, veteran of 20 years in the Navy, was accustomed to helping the crippled President around. With the help of "Joe," a Filipino mess boy, he lifted the unconscious man in his arms and carried him into the bedroom...
Fala, Franklin Roosevelt's shaggy black Scotty and near-constant companion, rode his master's funeral train from Warm Springs to Washington, was exercised at station stops by U.S. Navy Chief Petty Officer Arthur Prettyman, Mr. Roosevelt's genial valet (see cut). Five-year-old Fala attended the Hyde Park burial services with his former mistress, the President's cousin Margaret Suckley (who has taken him back), cowered and whimpered at the gun salute, rolled over on the grass (the President's favorite Fala trick) during the hymn. In spite of barking furiously...
Barbara Hutton Grant, five-&-dime heiress, surprise-partied her newlywed personal maid and chauffeur at her Bel-Air, Calif, estate with a guest list of 50 chefs, valets, butlers, maids. Cinemactor Gary Grant, the hostess' estranged husband, sent his valet with a check for the happy couple. Hit of the evening-aside from the mistress' serving-was the little performance of sleight-of-hand tricks by Edwards, butler to Lady Mendl. "Miss Hutton did practically everything but wash the dishes," observed one breathless, gratified guest. The party over, "Miss Hutton" and her house guest, the Baroness de Rothschild...
...President was wheeled out on the porch by Valet Arthur Prettyman. Mr. Roosevelt remarked playfully that on the basis of partial returns it appeared that returns were partial to Hyde Park. In high good humor, grinning at the battery of photographers, he noted several children in the branches of one of the trees, and recalled how he had climbed the very same tree as a child to escape discipline. From that tree, he said, he saw his first torchlight parade from the village, at the time of Cleveland's election in 1892. "I got out of bed to come...