It began with my Norma Shearer problem. She was a luminous beauty and a fine actress, and when first I saw her in (1938), I said to myself, . Yet for some mysterious reason, I seemed never able to recall her name. I would think of her, visualize her, and name her movies and recall her first husband (Irving Thalberg), but for the life of me I couldn’t dredge up her name. Funny, huh? Well, no.