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"Smile, dear," my wife said. "I want a good close- up of you in those earrings." I managed to smile and get blinded by the flash. If no one had noticed as yet, they definitely did now. Several couples gathered around us.

"Anyone want their photo taken and put on the roto- gravure? It's a Polaroid, only takes a minute." My wife was announcing herself in a manly voice, and she pro- duced a photo of me she had just snapped. She stuck it into her display and waved to me to move back. "Back a bit more, dear", she said to me. I stepped back and felt the wave of eyes upon me. "That's good. Now smile!" I smiled and she blinded me again. As I re- turned to her side, she produced a picture of me looking like a starlet from head to toe.

"Do you know you look exactly like Liz Taylor?". a girl in a kitten costume said to me.

"I do?" I spoke softly and made a comely smile.

"That's my wife," my wife said, putting her arm around me. I felt tingly all over.

"Will you take our picture, sir?" asked a young man who stepped up to my wife with his girl in tow. They were masked and dressed like a pair of giant bunnies. While my wife was busy, a character dressed like Prince Charming approached me.

"I'd like the honor of this dance, my lady," he told me. He bowed very low and removed a cap from his head with a long feather in it.

I tap-

"I think my husband might object," I said. ped my heel a couple of times to get my wife's eye.

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"Oh, go ahead and dance, dear, she told me with only a glance at Prince Charming.

So the gentlemen took my hand and led me in my tapping heels out on the floor. Suddenly, I was swept in his arms and whirling in an elegant waltz with him. It was my first experience in following a partner, but I

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