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roused my head from the typewriter on my desk. Yes, I was in the study of my apartment. Unfortunately though, it was no dream of fantasy I had been experiencing, but rather one more vivid review of last night's feminine soiree. was my own telephone jangling. "Hello", I managed to drawl into the receiver.

fog bell ringing

And the

There you have a very interesting plot framework its yours from here on. Who was on the phone, the City Editor, Joanne, the police, his buddy a psychiatrist? How did the evening end--did he just change and go home to sleep it off, did they go out or what? Let your imagination go, be the character of Donald and lets hear what happened to you. Don't delay, write today while its hot!

THE GUY IN THE RED VELVET DRESS

I went to the Big Town, and the sights I did see, A show where the gals were all guys no less. It was all very strange and exciting to me,

As I'd not been around much by then I guess.

There were show girls and dancers, all guys like me

And singers and even a stripper no less,

But I forgot all of the others when I did see

The Guy in the Red Velvet Dress.

With blonde curly hair I dreamed it was me

And has figure I longed to possesa.

I watched with enchantment and quite breathlessly

As he twirled in that Red Velvet Dress.

Next day I went shopping, for sister I said For panties and stockings and a girdle--yos Shoes with high heels and a bonnet of red, A hairpiece like honey and a RED VELVET DRESS. Then powder and perfume and lipstick, Oh Gee I knew that no one could guess

When I gazed in the mirror and saw pretty me As the Girl in the Red Velvet Dress.