This, on the other hand, is delightful light reading, and original sort of autobiography as well. Freeman, whose color drawings for Thurber's The White Deer and cartoons and humorous sketches for many periodicals are familiar to all, here tells his own success story. Beginning in Chula Vista, a place "designed for kids to stub their toes on", he dreamed of New York, while the daily round, under the aegis of his guardian, supplies material for humorous recall. Then he achieved his goal- New York. Earning a precarious living as a jazz band musician, he put himself through art school, and got his first big break with drawings sold to the Sunday theatre sections. Through this his life became entangled in theatre, and theatre personalities weave through the pages of his book, -- Bette Davis, George Gershwin, Orson Welles. These side glances are neatly packaged, and at times the story has bubbling humor, at times nostalgia. Nor does it lack for incident and interest, crisp and breezy in style, with something of the Benchley type of humor. Good fun.