sweets like cookies and candy. She seemed to be in a torpor.

Just before daylight one morning she awoke feeling chilly. She flipped the light switch and there was no light. Frightened, she leaped out of bed, flung on a robe and ran to the elevator. It wouldn't work. Fran- tically she hurried down the three flights of stairs to the basement, using a flashlight.

The gasoline engine that drove the electric gener- ator was silent, out of fuel. She was breathing heavily and the perspiration from her unaccustomed exertion was beginning to chill her. She hurried into Mrs. Ack- erman's apartment and began to dress; The bloomers, then a wool knit slip. To save time she left on the bra she was already wearing. She stepped into a wool button front dress--and couldn't button it!

Quickly, for the building was getting colder, she left the front of the dress unbuttoned, fastened the belt, and rushed to the engine room. She pumped the tank about one fourth full of gas, and started the mot- or. The lights came on first, then the electric heaters began to function. Gradually, while she finished fill- ing the tank, the heater warmed the room.

Back in Mrs. Ackerman's apartment, warm again now, she looked in the mirror. She was astonished at what she saw: A scraggly beard sprouted on her face, her hair was uncombed, her complexion had a pasty, unhealthy pallor. She realized she hadn't bathed or even brushed her teeth for at least two weeks. She looked awful!

The elevator was working now, so she hastened up to Charlene 's apartment, where she undressed, bathed, shaved, plucked her eyebrows, combed her hair (it was getting fairly long), trimmed and painted her nails, put on makeup. There! She looked a little better. But she would have to wear gowrs and negligees till she could reduce. She went on a strict diet, drank lots of fruit juices, and took plenty of exercise for the next several weeks. At last she was back to her proper size and could wear all her clothes again. And her

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