"SUSANNA SAYS..."

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HI Everybody:

> Sorry to have missed TVia #27. I felt I was denying myself the priceless opportunity of holding this little get-together with all of our friends.. and it hurt. But it was one added hurt to a collosol accumulation of hurts which has been with me for some months. I promised to myself that I would not turn these pages into a crying jag with a detailed description of frustration and petty events, after all most of my friends have come to think of me as a fairly optimistic person who'd rather laugh than cry. However, the temptation to go into one's own troubles is overpowering, especially when there are a few blank pages ahead of you... and it's so nice to talk about oneself!! Vain creatures that we are. So I'll try to strike a happy medium and just blast off against my main source of frustration: the New York World's Fair. Oh, how I hate it.

It just happens that I am one of the 30 thousand souls who WORK at the Fair... In my case the work involves walking miles every day... Now if I could do all that walking in comfortable 5 inch heels, I would not com- plain. But to do it in these horrible (pardon the expres sion) "men's" shoes..ugh! So I walk and walk and walk. Then back to the office to put the results of my walking together..and then, out again for some more walking.. and then comes the infernal invention called the subway!! The Iron Maiden on wheels..one hour to get from home to the fair...and another to get back...this makes a so- lid 10 hours of punishment every day, five days a week, So... Susanna languishes in the closet... her wigs look like withered flowers on their stands... and the skirts and blouses and frocks hang totally devitalized from

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