In 1944 James Arthur and Minnie Susan were added to the Marx household.

Susan, an only child who never had any roots, and I, a lone wolf who got married 20 years to late, were adopted by the kids as much as they were by us.

In the house in Beverly Hills where our four children grew up, living conditions were a few thousand times improved over the old tenement on New York's East 93rd Street we Marx Brothers called home.

Accumulate, accumulate! This is Moses and the Prophets!

Men [sic] make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past.

(Marx, 1963)

Harpo, she's a lovely person. She deserves a good husband. Marry her before she finds one.