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# SUSANNA SAYS-

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(Ed. Note:

Susanna sent this in for #7 when it would have been a little more timely, but I fooled her by getting #7 out sooner than she thought but you'll all be glad to hear from her now anyway, so here she is---)

So Halloween and Thanksgiving came and went leaving behind a trail of swishing skirts. The two holidays were enthusiastically received by the TV sorority. We met new friends and we missed old ones. Halloween's most outstand- ing masquerade ball took place this year in the Manhattan Center of New York, a huge ballroom which became the gath- ering place of a veritable "Who's Who" in skirts. Our group as usual gathered at our N.Y. headquarters and as usual our apartment was a madhouse of girls trying to look their best. Make-up tips and advice criss-crossed the air and there was glitter all over the place. We had two debutantes with us; Gail from N.Y. and Margie from Chicago. Neither of them had ever been out in public be- fore and this was their baptism of fire. What scared both of them the most was the thought of having to get out of the car and run the gauntlet of curious people who form a lane at the entrance of Manhattan Center just to watch the impersonators go by. "What do they say? Do they make nasty cracks?" Fear mixed with that irresistable desire to go out and be seen. For once my girl friends did not get from me the customary patient help and advice. I had made up my mind that this was going to be "my night" and that I was going to compete with the best of the female impersonators.

Marie had fixed for me my blonde hair piece in a stunning Italian style and I had been fixing with needle and thread a gorgeous black sheath whose skirt I narrowed to a point where it was practically impossible to walk. Extremely low cut and loads of black sequins on the bodice and a peplum stiffened with wire, Enormous round earrings as an explosion of rhinestones matched a bracelet on my left wrist. So, in a supremely confidant mood I finished