A little more than 70 years ago, the Society of Illustrators named me America’s “Miss Leg-O-Genic.” I subsequently agreed to sit for several leggy promotional setups at the request of the national organization’s amusingly labeled Committee on Anatomical Nomenclature, which bestowed on me the honor. Find out how the title preceded my national spokesmodel hoofing for Burlington Mills Hosiery — and led to my joining the rarefied group of women to have had their legs insured for $1 million through Lloyds of London — in my award-nominated memoir, HOLLYWOOD THROUGH MY EYES (www.amazon.com/Hollywood-Through-My-Eyes-Golden/dp/1934980889).
