You Can Take It With You

You Can Take It With YouChecking into a Philadelphia hotel not long ago, I signed the register "Mr. and Mrs. Dick Martin." Since I haven't been married for years, I was taking slight liberties with the facts, but the clerk didn't know it. He inquired: "Is Mrs. Martin with you?""She'll be along soon," I said. Then I added quietly, "She works for the FBI."The eyes of the clerk widened."She's a master of disguise," I continued. "One day, she'll...