James Woodward, Class of 1959, shared the following story with the University Archivist by phone on May 18, 2009.

About one month or six weeks after arriving at Western I needed to get a job and found one driving for Yellow Cab. One Saturday I was in my cab waiting for a call, when one came in. I was told to go down to Norman's, the clothing store, which is gone now but it was down on the square to pick up a package and make a delivery. They said the package had been paid for and that I was to collect the fee for the taxi. I drove over to the address on Clay Street to a building with a paved driveway and a parking lot in the back. Pauline answered the door and I told her I was delivering a package from Norman's. She turned and called up the stairs and said, "Who's got a package from Norman's
Clothing Store?" The woman upstairs yelled back, "It's mine, I'll be right down." In about two minutes she came down in a sheer night gown. She paid, I think the fee for a delivery back then was 75 cents, and gave me a dollar tip and said, "Come see me some time." And that was my first and only
introduction to Pauline.