where with me. And for Pete's sake act like a girl and dont disgrace me!"

I timidly followed her out the door, down the steps and along the street. It was rather cold out- side and at first, my teeth began to chatter as the cold wind seeped under my skirt and along my silken- clad legs. But soon the exertion of walking warmed me up and by the time we reached the theatre I felt fine. Walking on high heels at that time was an ex- ertion for me.

Inside, forgetting myself for a moment, I almost committed a faux pas that would have been highly em barrassing if circumstances had been a little differ- ent. For one brief instant, I had forgotten that I was dressed as a girl and automatically reached upto bare my head as I had always done when entering a theatre. This was, and is, instinctive in a man. I got a good grip at hat I absentmindedly thought was my fedora and yanked. Off came the babushka, but for- tunately, the wig held fast thanks to Mrs. Vickers foresight in fixing the edges of it with mucilage. I was saved. Feeling the soft curls in my fingers I was recalled to reality in an instant and quickly changed my movement into a simple effort to fluff out the long locks. As it was, I lost an earring in the process and we had to spend a few minutes searching for it on the floor until Barbara found it.

This attendance at the movie was my "debut" as an 18 year old girl. The next day I was taken to the local icecream parlor and introduced by Barbara to her intimate girl friends. Like Barbara, I was dressed informally in a tweed skirt, twin-sweater outfit, bobby socks and loafers, babushka and Navy-blue shorty coat. We were joined by three other girls and I was formally presented as Barbar's cousin Lily Doran, to Marge Ashton, Sally Allen and Midge Donnelly. I was naturally she, timid, gauche as the other four chatted amiably over their malts. Midge put a coin in the juke box; Barbara and Sally went onto the middle of the floor and started to jitterbug with each other.

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