Transvestia

she ever would, for she had a pudgy, plum-pudding face, and was a trifle plump with 36-36-36 figure.

On a certain day, not long ago, Henry was sitting at his desk, staring vacantly at the wall, lost in thought. Though minutes went by, Henry moved not an iota. No, Henry was not contemplating a client's fate. He was suffering from the pangs of aging-- of feeling that life has passed him by. (That was very nearly the truth.) As he reviewed his life, all of the dreams that could have come true were contrasted with the futility of his present existence. A feeling of revulsion overcame him as he re- flected on the coming evening. On this night, just as on every other Thursday night, Ellen had scheduled an evening of bridge with the Pomeroys, Beatons, and Lowes. Not only did Henry detest the dull, lusterless game, he positively despised Harry Pomeroy and Jack Lowe. As much as he hated to think about the evening ahead, there really was no way out. Ellen set great store on the 'social amen- ities' and would nag him unmercifully if he would not accompany her. He was almost resigned to the rigors of the coming evening.

He knew full well how the evening would go; precisely two rubbers of uninspired bridge, without so much as a daring redouble; the "girls" would chatter oft-repeated gossip about the pecadillos of their friends, while the males would review the world situation and economics-· their words sounding as echoes of the funeral voice of Ned Brittley, news commentator to the affluent set. He could visualize the 10;30 break for cocktails and canapes in the shape of the card suits--each filled with an unreal looking pink or gray paste, the constituents best left un- known. Thoughts of the raucous, booming laugh of Harry Pomeroy and the stupid, inane comments of Jack Lowe following every trick brought on a convulsive shudder. "Lord", he thought, "I simply cannot stand another dull day of this life"! "There must be something more to life than this."!

With that first rebellious thought, Henry became suddenly antimated. He closed his ledger with a thunder- clap, loud enough to arouse Mrs. Lewis in the adjacent office. And then he did the most daring thing of all in his whole 25 years in the bank. He pushed back his chair and placed his feet upon the desk! Now, it is not known

20