heard the ever rising applause that always was given to the real Carole. Then I knew I was a success. I had it made!! I hooked my arm through the lowering harness, and as I was brought down amid a crescendo of circus music and applause, I was the happiest "girl" in the world. I bowed to all sides of the great tent, and hurried out to the congratulations of my circus "family". Yes, I was circus now. I would be accepted into the inner circle of circus life, and could share the happiness as well as the sorrows of my large family. The BOSS came up and shook my hand, and told me the job was mine as long as Carole was ill, and that I was to get the same salary. He couldn't know of course, that I would have done it for half, as long as I could live as Carole.

Three months later Carole came "home". I thought sorrowfully of all the lovely clothes I would soon have to give up, and the wonderful feeling of being accepted as "one of the girls". I had been taken into their circle, and spent many evenings lolling on a couch in one or the other of their trailers, watching television, or just talking "girl talk". This would be over as soon as Carole had a few days of practice, or so I thought. Imagine my surprise when I was called to the BOSS and told that there would be a sister act now, billing us as "CAROLE & CAROL"!!! The platform was made larger, and we worked up a new act that brought ever-increasing plaudits and comments throughout the remainder of our tour. When at last the circus pulled into winter quarters, we had already signed contracts for the next five years, at a substantial increase in salary, and with the show picking up the tab for scads of new and even more lovely costumes. Oh by the way, I still occupied one end of the trailer, while Carole lived in the other, and very soon we will be occupy- ing it all together. We got the license last week, and today at two o'clock, in the center ring, I will be wearing a man's suit for perhaps the last time in many years, as we exchange the vows, "To love,