use of such expressions while dressed in men's clothes.

At the resort we really let go. The boy-within (as I like to refer to my hidden self) is deliriously happy. There we can satisfy our pent-up emotion 8. We cut wood like mad. Some go for painting the walls of the bungalows. My friends have to stop me from over- doing the tremendous amount of physical activity I indulge in. Cut- ting grass, fixing furniture, and then, in the evenings we all get into our heavy boots and heavenly rough pair of hunter's pants for an hour or go of hiking up the mountain. Then there's the problem of going swimming wearing men's trunks. But Virginia and Barbara, who have come for a visit, bring the perfect solution: a flesh col- ored bandage tightly wrapped around the bust. After swimming we all spend a full hour of weight-lifting. This is terrific. Karen is beginning to have troubles with her biceps. She's overdoing it. She admits it. She tells us that when she goes on trips she forgets sometimes and finds herself picking up a heavy suitcase and just tossing it to the bell boy at the hotel. Evening at the casino. We are all wearing tuxedos. How lovely a time practicing how to lead on the dance floor. Since Janice and Beatrice have to leave that night, they have changed back to their regular frocks. You can see the sadness on their faces. Just wishing they could have stayed dressed in male attire for a little longer. They pluck disgustedly at their skirts, and in a gesture of defiance, they rip off their earrings and bracelets and drive away.

Just before we return to the city we suddenly remember we have not chosen a name for our group. Felicity suggests: The Motorized Brigade, but the name is voted down after Betty and Lorraine begin to pout and threaten to go into hysterics. They just don't like the title suggested. Finally the majority, at the suggestion of Irene who has made the trip all the way from Toronto just to cast in her vote, decide to establish the Socks and Shirt Club, despite the shrill protests of Judith who insists on something even more mascul- ine like: Sweat and Grime Society. Me? I go along with the major- ity although I would have preferred something more inspiring like: the Brawn and Biceps Club.

Fortunately, at this point of the dream, the insistent ringing of the telephone brought me back to reality. It was a new girl want- ing information about the resort. What clothes to wear, I almost said: why your tuxedo of course...almost...but not quite, thank heaven!

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