CONTEMPORARY TV FICTION

"Can't you find something else to discuss," he grumbled as the subject once again was the impending Carnival.

"If you don't want to join in, you can just keep out of it," Karen snapped.

"Now, stop it you two," said their mother. "You are like two little kids at times."

"It's him," said Karen, "always criticizing. He ought to be participating in the Carnival, not just complaining about it." She fluffed out the silky party dress she was ironing and said, "You're such a spoilsport. Why don't you ride a float as I am doing."

"No costume, that's why not," replied Jeff sullenly, looking for any excuse.

"You could wear one of these for the Carnival," grinned Karen holding up the short juvenile dress that she would be wearing.

"NO WAY! YOU'D NEVER GET ME TO WEAR A DRESS!" he shouted, and stormed out of the room.

There was silence for a few moments, then Karen said. "Mom, did you see Jeff's face when I suggested he wear a dress? He acted tough; but he was scared, really scared! I'd love to make him eat his words and get him into a dress! Imagine him dolled up in an outfit like this," she giggled. "Can't you just imagine Jeff's reaction! I can see him now, mincing down the road to the Carnival in a pretty frilly dress, ribbons and things! Wouldn't the other kids love to tease him."

JEFF'S HUMILIATION

"You could wear one of these for the carnival, "grinned Jeff's sister. "NO WAY!" he shouted.