Anne, you were radiant. Cute as a button. You joked, you sang, you laughed, you changed your outfits a bunch, you twirled in a gold dress so we could see how the sparkly fringe would flare outward. You razzled and dazzled, without the 1920s damsel in distress shtick or the help of a quack lawyer like in the clip above. Chicago ain’t got nothing on you.