club. During this time (1957) strippers went all the way--not even a G-string--and when Bobbie took it all off-she was undetectable! She had normal bosom de-

velopment, too.

So--as you may guess, my own deeply buried TV- ism came bounding back to life again, and has stayed alive ever since.

For those who may wonder what deep, adolescent, TV-initiating, experiences I may have had which later bubbled to the surface, I was ready to answer; "There were none." But I racked my memory and came up

with these:

As a young boy--I can remember watching my att- ractive mother experiment with various kinds of earr- ings to complement her dress before going out of an evening. Then, when my parents were gone, I tried the earrings and necklaces on myself. I was 3 or 4 at this time. The only other thing I can recall was play- ing the part of an Indain maid in a high school Thanks- giving play which mixed up the Pilgrims and Pocahon- tas in a New England historical pot-pourri. This was an all boys high school and somebody had to be the maidens?

But when

It meant nothing to me until the day of the play when one of the teachers made me up. While she was doing it, I sat still and paid little attention. she was done and I first saw myself in a mirror, I was, oh, so pleasantly shocked to see what a pretty Indian girl I made! I wore fake black braids, a head band, and lots of beads and bracelets. I guess she realized I was pleased, because I was the only boy-maiden who failed to object to either the makeup or the costumes. There were four of us "maidens" and she made me up first. Then when the others were finished, including the bucks with their gala war-paint, and I was alone with her (she was also my English teacher) she said:

"Sit down, Jack--I'll paint your nails. "

I sat down, figuring that all the others had already had their nails painted. She painted each nail bright crimson and again, I liked the way it looked.

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