Kip leapt up. "Come, stand beside me." He did not offer a hand, but watched Randy twist on the seat and rise up with a pivoting of himself. When Kip's arm encircled Randy's waist, he said, "Are we not the same soul? Give me your gloved hand. Let my strong hand be its life. Feel my thigh beside your own, let my leg beyond it be your leg. I need your need of me. Would you bring death into my garden where I have given only a place for life?"

He turned from staring out the window. "Oh, no," and put both arms about Kip's neck. "Nothing will stop us from being together, nothing!"

Eventually they parted and Kip spoke. "How did it happen? Did a man with a power mower run over you?"

Randy answered with laughter. "Damn right, as he said, 'It won't be long now."" An incredulous Mrs. Swanson came to the doorway at the sound of laughter, and the sudden rush of tears to her eyes changed the landscape of her bitter grief into a Paradise of promise.

Letters

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES DO THE EDITORS FORWARD LETTERS FROM READERS TO OTHER PERSONS NOR DO THEY ANSWER CORRESPONDENCE MAKING SUCH REQUESTS.

AGAINST THE LAW

Dear Editor:

An organization like ours is unique in many ways. We can write about ourselves, discuss our plans and hopes for the future, but we cannot meet each other by exchanging our addresses and phone numbers. It is against the law! How can we grow? Get to know each other? Build some kind of future? The answer is simple. We can't.

You're the Editor. You should come up with the right answers. So far the answers have been anything but right. My problem is so simple. Last spring I got carried away and saw this little old house. Next to the water of course. And so acquired a big mortgage, and a house with a cathedral ceiling and all sorts of work projects. Well, the work got done, and I am tired of looking at the ceiling, of staring alone into the fireplace. Even the dog knows something is missing.

Mature, with a good sense of humor. Like the outdoors, and would give so much to meet a companion to share this with. Not for one

minute would I even pretend that it would be for the purpose of indulging in a poetry session, or because I am a great lover of music or art. Or even that I am an avid movie fan and want to exchange photographs.

Not at all! There is only one object. Matrimony! Tennis anybody?

Sirs:

Mr. B.

Long Island, N. Y.

I would like to say that I am in full agreement with ONE's present stand concerning addresses and sincerely hope that you continue to follow this policy. Please understand that I support any progress towards better understanding and try to conduct myself in a manner to further this.

It seems to me that anyone wishing to enlarge his "social" contacts by mail or otherwise can find some other medium and not try to degrade and use ONE in this manner. I'm sure the Post Office Department would love it and lose no time in trying to get the whole organization. Let's not give them this chance, please!

Dear ONE's:

Mr. C.

San Gabriel, Calif.

Explain fully to our readers that there is no future in Pen Pals. So many of the so-called Pen Pals are too lazy to write and also very fuzzy after they have your picture, or they demand to know what you like in a very personal way. When it's not what they like they drop you like hot-cakes. Also, if some are not gay they can blackmail you for what you've written. There are many such stinkers. Even worse, after a period of correspondence you invite them as guests and the whole thing turns out to be nothing but headaches and heartaches until you get rid of them.

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