One day, George Jessel arrived at the exclusive Stork Club with the very beautiful and very talented (and very black) Lena Horne on his arm. Sherman Billingsley, the club's owner, and his headwaiters, while hardly ardent supporters of racial equality, felt obliged to treat Jessel, a regular customer, with a modicum of respect.
The headwaiter, paging deliberately through his reservation book, pretended that all the tables were full. "Mr. Jessel," he finally said, "who made the reservation?" Jessel's reply? "Abraham Lincoln."
[Billingsley signaled the waiter from across the room, and Jessel and Horne were seated.]