Interesting Highlights of My Life

I was born early one September morn (so acquiring the nickname 'Sept. Morn'). The mid-wife, a bit careless about her business, said, "It's a boy." Ugh! Daddy loved me and was very proud of me, and Mommy spoiled me. But as I grew older Daddy couldn't understand me: "He's the most unusual boy I ever did see." Daddy would say. "Why he isn't even like a boy, he is more like a girl!" But to Mommy I was perfect. Daddy would buy me knives with pretty handles, and pretty marbles, but I didn't know what to do with them other than look at them. He made and bought me beautiful imported kites. I tried them out but they didn't work, so I lost interest, and I was not interested in the ball he brought me. Try as he would, he just couldn't wean me away from my dolls: playing house, sewing, washing, ironing, baking these were lots more. fun.

Then while playing with some girls one day, I felt something warm oozing. In the bathroom, I discovered to my horror that I was bleeding and not from my nose, either. I screamed and told my chums I was bleeding internally, I was dying myself dead or something! After quieting me they asked if I was sure I was a boy, that boys just don't bleed there, but it was natural for girls to. I told them I just didn't know, they suggested I tell my mother, but I was afraid to. Then they suggested I see a doctor. This I did, and he sent me to a specialist who told me that I really was a girl, that nature played a trick on me. I never told my folks but Mom noticed things though. I have been examined. by specialists in several different countries whose views differ, but all agreed that I was a girl.

I've been halfway around the world, entertaining in many countries and I've met many interesting people. One of the most outstanding was His Imperial Majesty, the late German Kaiser, Wilhelm the 2nd. I met him in Holland about two years before his death. But my street sweeper friend in Los Angeles is outstanding too to me. I love everyone, no matter their position in life, so long as they are honest. Their color, faith or nationality means nothing. I know a gentleman whose skin is coal black, but his heart is white as snow. I adore animals too, and they love me.

Some Humorous Experiences

I guess I'm like 'Gingerbread' in the song: "I'm kind of naughty but I'm naughty and nice." I am very mischievous sometimes, but not all the time though. Once when left alone in our apartment while Mommy was seeing about theatrical engagements, I became restless with nothing to do, even looking out the open window at the street three flight down lost my interest until an idea came to me. I started flirting with the men passing by and they would flirt back. This was fun until one got real serious and I saw him enter our building! Oh-h-h what'll I do? The idea came quickly to change into my masculine attire. Being a quick change artist on the stage it was only seconds before I was a perfect boy, and I went in the hall standing by our door. When he came down the hall (how he knew which was our door I'll never know) I asked who he wished

to see.

"Your sister," he replied.

"What do you want with my sister?" I asked.

"Out of the way small fry, you'll learn when you grow up!"

He tried to shove me aside. "You go away and leave my sister alone, or

I'll tell Daddy, he just came off his beat and-"

"Huh? his beat? whatta-ya-mean? His beat!" he demanded.

"Our father is a policeman-D-A-D-D-Y!!" I called. Whew! I never saw a

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