Report repeated from page 657, 1965 when first scheduled for publication as follows: ""Another house that was not a home with a lovely Pollyanalysis of the problems such presents. Madam Stanford, San Francisco's answer to New York's Adler, is perhaps less sensitive than Madam Adler but equally as honest, and not at all regretful: 'Is there really anything better, in the words of the poet than living in a house by the side of the road and being a friend to man?' A product of a more-or-less migrant family, Miss Stanford spent her early years as 'daddy's little worker' assuming a wild assortment of jobs, which was fortunate since no one else in the family felt disposed to. Fed up, Sally skipped out and into two early marriages and an undeserved stretch in the pen. Prohibition brought a career in bootlegging, more marriages and more attention from the law. Falsely accused anyway, of running a house of ill repute, practical Sally decides that it actually would be more profitable than her bathtub still. It was. In those days, under the benevolent eye of San Francisco's Mayor, Jimmy Rolph, the Tenderloin District had its heyday. Rolph was even prone to fatherly advice- 'Keep them clean and pretty Sally.' The 'Busy little dears' kept the clients rolling in and under Sally's expert guidance, her houses received an excellent reputation. Details (few--scatological) and anecdotes flourish into fun reading. Now a respectable restaurateur, Miss Stanford is busy trying to change her title to 'Madam Councilman.' This may promote the vote.