That town was stifling. Three of us got out. Me, John Barth and the guy who wrote "You Are My Sunshine." My dream was to become a very small blonde movie star like Ida Lupino and those other women I saw up there on the screen during the Depression.

Regarding the unspecified "You Are My Sunshine" composer ([[w:You_Are_My_Sunshine#Claims_of_ownership|the actual identity[ies of whom]] never has been—and likely never will be—definitively established), Arthur appears to be mistaken, as none of the usual suspects—neither Jimmie Davis, Charles Mitchell, Paul Rice, nor Oliver Hood—seems to have any Cambridge connection.