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I did not relish. So, I was pleasantly surprised when she gave me a big wink as I entered and called me the"star" of the Larry Michaels Show. She had watched it on her lunch hour and said everyone in the restaurant was talking about it. Harry should have been a publicity man. What was I talking about?

He was!

Although the madcap pace slowed somewhat for me over the next few days, the excitement throughout Milford continued unabated. The photo of Harry and I in front of the department store with the shocked newspaper editor made the front page and was picked up by several of the national news services. Before long, I was hearing from friends all over the country. Harry was contacted by a large women's fashion house in New York City which volunteered to costume the entire show simply for the publicity. Unsolicited, Avon sent complete make-up kits for the cast.

On the third day of the change-over, my secretary commented on an element that I had not considered. As I swished into the office, she smiled and said, "That black dress does a great deal for you, but, don't you think you're overdoing it?" Grinning sheepishly, I agreed and immediately placed a call to Millie who explained that she had received a like call only the day before from Harry. Late that afternoon, several large boxes were delivered to my home and I spent most of the evening making room for them in my closets. There were dresses, skirts, blouses and a complete selection of gorgeous under- things that I could not help but try on before putting them away.

By week's end, all of the cast had gone through the "treatment" at the department store, the town was a-buzz with talk, and we were well on our way to one of the most successful benefits ever staged by the country club. Then a strange phenomenon began.

Most of the Pre-rehearsal time so far had been spent in discussion of the obvious changes and problems