"Occasionally he'd get a letter like the one in 1947 from the silly attorney in Ohio, chastising him for his parsimonious treatment of his Negro valet, Rochester, and threatening to sue on Rochester's behalf. But as Cleveland Amory pointed out in the Saturday Evening Post, the real Rochester wasn't complaining: he "has never been anybody's valet, has a block-large estate and three servants of his own, drives an expensive car and a big station wagon, and, when not working--which he does two days a week for some $700 per air-time minute--spends his leisure hours either yachting or supervising his well-stocked racing stable."