The Scarecrow came to her funeral; so did Andy Hardy. So, in spirit, did the countless legions of Judy Garland's fans, 21,000 of whom appeared in per son and jammed the streets of Manhattan's Upper East Side last week to file past the bier where her body, dressed in the ankle-length gown she had worn at her fifth wedding, lay in state. Many were moved to tears when a young girl from The Bronx began to play Judy's records on a battery-powered phonograph. Some, of course, came only out of curiosity. Others...
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