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camera and got out, tramping around the car in a mas- culine way to open my door. Daintily, I poked a leg out and put the toe down. She took my hand and swung me up on my heels. I felt like a queen standing there with the early evening breeze at my legs Then she gave me her arm and escorted me across the parking lot

As we came to the front the doorman spoke to me "Do you wish to rent a costume, miss?"

"She's attending as a guest, my wife informed him laughingly.

"Oh, I beg your pardon," he replied

Inside everything was festive Music filled the ballroom and festoons hung all around There was every kind of costume allowable. I began to feel more re- laxed as I pranced over to one side and stood by my wife Who began to set up her camera on the floor and attract attention "You see, " she said "You're not the nly one Those two ballerinas over there are men I know their wives

"Really?" I said, shifting my weight on my heels "I never would have noticed!"

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"And you see that one made up like Marie Antoine- That happens to be our milkman!"

I was speechless

I had already seen that one and had thought she would make a good dancing partner Now I began to study the females of the crowd more closely, and suddenly I recognized one "Darling, " I said confidentially, "did you get a look at that Mexican senorita in the gown over there holding up the fan near her face?"

"Where? Oh, I see. That's the mayor, isn't it?"

"It sure is! I almost didn't recognize him." I felt much better now, and as I tucked my blouse into the skirt more I found myself looking into the lens of that ridiculous camera.

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