

Shortly after I arrived in New York City and had joined the Screen Actors Guild, a strike was called. I dutifully volunteered to man the phones at 1500 Broadway. I was ushered into a room with tables, chairs and phones and took a seat between two ladies. One of the ladies was Butterfly McQueen and the other was Margaret Hamilton. They had starred in the two biggest films of the late '30s, GONE WITH THE WIND and THE WIZARD OF OZ.
I sat speechless in awe of their presence when Butterfly spoke up in that tiny, high-pitched voice.
"Oh, Miss Hamilton. Miss Hamilton. You're my favorite actress."
"Call me Maggie, honey," was the reply.