As retold by Bruce Lowitt

Milton Wasserstein wanted to join the New York Athletic Club, which was restricted. Never a Jewish member.

Never mind. He wanted in. So he had his name legally changed to Martin Walters III, then had plastic surgery to give himself a less prominent nose, then spent a year in England, being tutored until he lost his accent, then spent a year getting to know some members of the NYAC.

Finally, he appeared before the membership committee.

"Your name?" the chairman asked.

"Martin Walters the third."

"Are you married, Mr. Walters?"

"Oh, indeed. Dorothy and I have three lovely children: Babs is our youngest,
then there's Hunter and Martin the fourth."

"And where were you educated?"

"The usual places: Eton, Oxford. Young Martin is there now."

"Wonderful. And what is your religious affiliation?"

"Goy."