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When Julia (she pronounced the name without the “a” at the end) was twenty-four, she inherited $22,000 from an obscure uncle in California. After deducting taxes and administrative expenses, the California State Court ordered the money transferred to her bank account. It came to $20,247.50.

She had been working in a local book store. “I haven’t the vaguest idea why it came to me,” she told the curious and covertly envious customers. “I guess he just didn’t know anybody else.”

She was a small, slender girl. Her eyes were bright and enthusiastic, her open smile so friendly that it was infectious.

The first afternoon when the money was actually in the bank under her own name, her father asked, “Well, what are you going to do with it?” He was genuinely curious. He owned his own home and was about to retire on a pension. He felt uncomfortable in the face of $20,247.50—for which he was not able even to imagine a use.

Julia said, “I haven’t exactly made up my mind yet.” She intended to shop around for a husband, but she did not say this. She thought it would sound very callous to say: I’m going to buy me a husband: I’ve always wanted one.

*

Julia gave two weeks notice at the book store. When the time was up she took her last pay check and went to one of the modest dress shops and bought herself a conservative brown suit.

“You have a very nice figure,” the clerk told her.

“Thank you.” She studied him critically and then shook her head sadly. He wouldn’t do.

I’ve got to be sure I get the right one, she thought. I’ll know him when I see him, she reassured herself. It certainly isn’t this one.

There ought, she thought, to be a lot of eligible bachelors in Hollywood. The movies ought to attract them.

*

Two days later she walked down to the bank and instructed the teller to transfer $5,000 of her money to a checking account in her name at the Security First National Bank in Los Angeles.

She told her father she was going to take a little vacation.

“There’s plenty of eligible bachelors here,” he said.

“Why dad!” she exclaimed indignantly. “ . . . And anyway, none of them ever has asked me.”

“God help the man you set your mind on, that’s all I can say.”