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there were also negative reactions from the obvious obtuse groups, but, because Millie had handled the chore of transformation so tastefully, the complaints were few. We looked quite at home in our new roles.

So enthusiastic had the town become that several unsolicited volunteers joined our ticket selling campaign. Bernstein's, the busiest restaurant in the area, dressed all their young waiters in white pleated skirts and full blouses. Fortunately for the boys (and perhaps for the customers too) they were permitted to wear flat shoes while on duty running back and forth to the kitchen. Little cards on the menu explained everytning to the few remaining townsfolk who might not have gotten the word. Not

to be outdone, Charlie Emmet decreed that all bank personnel would be expected to join in the spirit of things by switching to skirts. Needless to say, the women's apparel shops were close to running out of supply and several of the men's shops were advertising skirts in an effort to salvage something out of what looked like imminent disaster.

Despite the fact that rehearsals had gone extre- mely well and the cast was primed to do a good show, opening night was typically hectic with Harry running back and forth backstage with a long silk robe thrown casually over his slip. By this time, the men had all become quite proficient at make-up and were busy getting ready with a few final instructions on accent- uation for the stage from Millie.

I was busy combing out my hair, which by this time had grown rather long, when Harry came charging toward me with a rather perplexed gentleman in "civvies" (which was the nickname the cast had given to ordinary male clothes). "Would you give this man a rundown of the order of the show?" he asked rather distractedly. "I have to arrange for some extra chairs. We have an overflow crowd," he called as he dashed to the backstage phone.

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