I'm writing this letter to tell you what I did Sunday night. I went to a press conference for The Beatles with a reporter from our local paper. It was at the Cinnamon Cinder. Bob Eubanks was there.
He asked everyone to be quiet. So I said to myself "don't scream." But sure enough, when Paul came through the door, I cracked up.
He is so cute. He was wearing a blue coat and light blue shirt. Of course Ringo had four rings on. Al of them, John, Paul, George and Ringo, are absolutely darling in person.
When they walked in they turned to their right and sat down on red velvet chairs next to a red table. They were seated--as I looked at them -- Paul on the left, then George, John and Ringo.
I love the way they talk, it's so English.
Paul doesn't have as much an accent as the others. I think George really has an accent.
We had to raise our hands to be able to ask a question and my arm was getting tired. Finally I got to talk to Paul. I asked him if he would like to learn how to fly.
He looked at me and said, "Sure" in his English way. So I said, "I can teach you, my father has a plane" and he looked at me and said, "Really now, I really would like to learn how to fly."
Paul is really funny. You say one thing and he'll give you either a funny look or he'll say something funny. I wish I could be with him all by myself and ask him a million questions and he would probably have an answer to every one.
Ringo didn't say much but one man asked what rings he was wearing and he replied, "I've been wearing these four rings for three years."
John had the longest hair of them all. I was surprised because George usually has hair in his eyes.
They gave John five gold records. Ringo got the key to California and Paul and George received an album form their fan club.
It was time for them to go, so Mr. Tyler (he's the reporter) and I pushed through the crowd to the door. John, George and Ringo went off on the other side, but Paul came off on the side I was on.
He was carrying a bouquet of roses the fan club had given him. As he stepped off the last step the girls poured down on him.
He finally got out and was trying to move down the hall. He finally was where I was standing. I yelled out "Paul!" and he looked at me! I laid my hand on his back and he walked out.
Oh! My feet may have been stepped on during the crush, but believe me, it was all worth it.
Your best friend,
(from the August 28, 1964 issue of The Van Nuys News)
Another story from this blog about a fan at this press conference is here.