bundled and concealed her feminine charms in a heavy military overcoat and carried off her deception in the man's world of a fighting army by accepting any assignment given her including a regular tum on the firing line. Many times she grew drowsy at her sentry post and struggled with her fear of the brooding darkness. It was so comfortable to make believe there was no war going on. But peering in to the night with its strange noises made such thoughts difficult when every shadow threatened to be an enemy lusting to kill. Jennie did a lot of thinking but she didn't shirk her duty.

On the field of battle she was present at the Red River fiasco where complete frustration and utter failure met her regiment. In 1863 she was with General Grant in the midst of violence and bloodshed at the siege of Vicksburg, Mississippi.

The war ended in 1865. Jennie received an honorable discharge but instead of retuming to her feminine roll and revealing her natural beauty within the caress of lace and satin she kept her male identity.

According to research by Dr. Gerhard P. Clausius, Belvidere optometrist and amateur Civil War historian, Jennie still as Private Cashier secured employment as a handyman for Illinois State Senator Ira M. Lish at his Saunemin estate.

All went well until 1911 when Jennie suffered a broken leg and while having her twisted leg set the attending physician discovered her 49 year old secret. But the physician was understanding and respected the secret of her sex which was shared only with the superintendent of the Soldiers and Sailors Home at Quincy, Illinois where Jennie later spent the remaining days of her life.

Other than the fact that she served her country faithfully no historian has ever learned what led her to switch sexes in the world's eyes unless it was a desire to do her part regardless of the sacrifice.

Finally on October 10, 1915 peace of the brave came to the courageous Jennie Hodgers who still as Private Cashier was given a military funeral. Her identity assumed and tested in the fire of battle is memoralized by a .granite tombstone over a small grave in Saunemin cemetery respectfully engraved with the words:

Albert D. J. Cashier,

Co. G., 95 III. Inf.

From Garland Hicks: "At my boss's

physique we no longer laugh, for he

is a peak on the Kinsey graph."

(Contributed)

mattachine REVIEW

ENTRAPMENT BACKFIRES

By Stanley Norman

One Saturday evening while strolling about the streets in Colorado Springs near the County Court House I became aware of a young fellow passing and re-passing me. I felt he must be cruising me so I took notice of him. He was of medium height, light build, dark hair, dressed in baggy slacks and light colored shirt. His type did not interest me but his effort to attract did. Finally he doubled back immediately after passing me for the fourth time and asked for the time. I told him it was about nine o'clock and waited for him to continue the conversation.

"I guess I am lost." He feigned confusion and embarrassment. "Where do you want to go?" I querried.

"To Platte and Broadway.'

I indicated where it was and offered to walk there as I was going that way. As we walked along he remarked that he had been drinking too much, and inferred that this was his excuse for being lost. We had not walked more than a block when he said, "Let's go down here to a tavern." Not knowing that there was a tavem in that direction my curiosity was aroused as to just what was down there.

"What sort of place is this tavern?"

"Oh, it is a place where interesting people go." "What do you call interesting people?" "People who are not afraid to be different."

"That's for me," I remarked. "I like to meet people who are not afraid to be different." This remark could be construed as a leading one and I wanted to see what his reaction would be. I followed it up by asking what he did and where he came from. He answered that he was located at Camp Carson, had been there only three months and came originally form New York.

"Are you acquainted with any of the gay bars in New York?" "Oh, yes, many of them." He began naming a few, none of which I had heard since I had only been in New York a short time and that before I knew of gay bars.