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before popping on a real lacey nightie to sleep the sleep of peace and happiness.

It's simply wonderful to wake up late in the morning, fall about in the bed with half open eyes and smoke the first cigarette of the day. And to make it even better, I called room service, ordered breakfast, touched up my face and put on hair and bed jacket and got back into bed. Shortly, the waiter knocked at the door with the very nicest tray one could imagine, entered and set the tray across my lap on the bed and I saw lots and lots of good hot coffee, plus a big breakfast and the morning paper. Oh, it tasted so good. Fit for a queen and queen I was indeed. I gloried in it. Finally, "enough of this", I said to myself, got up and proceeded to put on 'the works'. Wore my new three piece suit, gave a final pat to my hair and walked west to Broadway and the theatre where I saw Sir Alec Guiness in Dylan. A thoroughly en- joyable play. The only thing that bothered me was that I saw three other women with almost identical suits on, and they looked at me, just as I looked at them, but I rested back in assurance that at least I was running with the herd. It's far better to be a 'look-alike' than the 'one and only'. At intermission, I went out in the lobby for a smoke and chatted with two other women who, like myself, had no escorts. But when the play was over and everybody started out, we found it pouring down rain. Unable to get a cab, all I could do was to put my folding rain bonnet over my hair and walk up the street as se- dately as I could, even though hurrying, remembering that a lady never runs and letting the elements make a mess of my clothes. Back to the safe haven of the hotel, I had to change almost everything I had on. Talk about gals having to 'take it'. I took it. With no let up in sight from the rain, I ate a bite and just read a fashion magazine for the evening.

Day after day passed in a kaleidoscope of memories. To the Fair 4 or 5 times, the theatre, the movies, the museums and shopping constituted major activities. There was visiting others in the city whom I knew, some of them TV's, some not. One day I was in the beauty par- lor which specialized in wig-do's to get a combing and While waiting my turn, another woman started to chat and after 15 minutes or so, said: "is that a wig, it

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