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BULLY-BOY

Bully-Boy, Bully-Boy deep is your shame,

You've lost your trousers, you've lost your name. You blush and you whimper, red is your face. As you mince in high heels and garments of lace.

Once you were tough with women and girls, Now you wear ribbons, your hair is in curls. Your dainty supporters pull your hose taut You thought you were smart-now you are caught.

You wear lace trimmed panties, and heels so high, And frilly petticoats--no wonder you cry. Your face is now pretty, your lips so red, You sleep in a nightie in a femiinine bed.

Once you were mean, a Bully-Boy lad,

In dainty dresses you look punished and sad.

But soon you will find there're pleasures and thrills In wearing cute dresses with laces and frills.

"Babs", Los Angeles.

ONLY MORE SO

If a toss of full free hair

--a blouse that leaves a shoulder bare --a high-pitched bosom, close-knit waist --a skirt that gives the eyes a taste of foamy slip and silk-hugged knees and calves and ankle shaped to please atop a naked pump---If these

can do so much to make a tease,

a flirt, a joy of girls; Why then!

---Think what these things can do for men!!!

Susan New York