Kay Jarrett wrote (or talked) this memoir in Cook County Jail to which she has been retired after years of bucking the Chicago vice squad, bypassing police ""protection,"" and defending her civil liberties. Since 1950 she has been a landmark-target in the Convention City where she ran an escort girl service; she does not like to think of herself as a ""limited edition"" of a madam; her girls were paid to offer charming companionship to ""your husbands, fathers and sons"" and often they were college students, teachers, or married mothers. Along with their stories, she tells her own-- she blew a successful business, four husbands (""knickknacks"") and a good deal of happiness. And while she doesn't condone her own life, she does condemn the general hypocrisy of today's society where the laws have not been synchronized with the mores and where she was subjected to a good deal of venally motivated harassment. She's not raucous, she's not rowdy, and like Diana Barrymore, she regrets too much too soon; as far as the book goes she may also be too late-- cf. Sally Stanford's Lady of the House (Putnam- p. 212).