 It was a, and I don't know what Imogene was thinking there. I guess New Year's baby, but you know, really not fitting for the tenor of this party. Here's Imogene in her boudoir, which was one of my favorite photographs I came across. I just have to imagine that that poor photographer had to take that shot hundreds of times for Imogene to be satisfied by it. But this was an equally important night for Imogene. You know, she was finally somebody, she was Mrs. George Remus, and she wanted to capitalize on that.