Dr. Barksdale, a local Dallas physician, was driving home past White Rock Lake from a country-club dance late one Saturday night.
He slowed a bit while driving past the lake so he could admire the glistening of the full moon against the water.
As he drove, enjoying the view, out of the corner of his eye appeared a lovely young girl by the roadside, dressed in the sheerest of evening gowns, beckoning him for a lift.
He slowed, stopped and motioned her to climb into the back seat of his sedan.
"All cluttered up with golf clubs and bags up here in front," he explained. "But what on earth is a youngster like you doing out here all alone at this time of night?"





