"I wanted to lead a band. It looked simple. Just waving a baton and waving……. You know. The boys liked it.
…. We played the provinces. I guess I saw all the men in America out front. Some of them tried to get backstage-some sent mash notes. But I kept the sex in the saxophones… There were a lot of laughs, and some tough breaks, too. One night in Flint we had a long haul to the next job. So we piled in the bus and started driving. It was wet out-both rain and drunks. A car hit us and the bus turned over. It was a mess. I had to crawl out a broken window. Then a woman asked me, 'Are you Miss Hutton? I'd like your autograph.'
Everything happened on one job in Nebraska. My wristwatch and bankroll were stolen. The girls lost their instruments. And a firecracker blew off a couple of my fingernails."

Quoted from Stormy Weather: The music and lives of a century of Jazzwomen by Linda Dahl. New York: Pantheon Books, c1984, p.51