The figure was famous. And for one breathless moment, the 15,000 people in Madison Square Garden thought they were going to see all of it. Onto the stage sashayed Marilyn Monroe, attired in a great bundle of white mink. Arriving at the lectern, she turned and swept the furs from her shoulders. A slight gasp rose from the audience before it was realized that she was really wearing a skintight, flesh-toned gown. Then, in a sincere, Campfire Girl voice, Marilyn sang: Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday Dear...
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