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I don't think I was a sissy as a boy, and every boy in town was my pal. Our home and back yard was the gathering place for kids of all ages. But then, in the second grade of school I had a bar of soap that I brought from home, hidden in the wash room so I could wash my hands after recess, since no soap was provided. At this time too, I was my mothers little helper. She taught me to cook, sweep, dust, sew, and all the other little things a mother would teach her daughter. I was the second and last child, having a brother two years older than myself. He was a better pal to our Dad, and I was Mom's little helper.

Things went on like this for the next several years, always dreaming and wishing, but no actual dressing; except I finally got big enough to fit into Mom's size four and a half shoes, and then I really clicked up a storm. I don't remember her objecting.

My high school days were an extremely happy time. I didn't have to study hard and managed to get by very well with an A-, B+ average. I went out for everything available, except sports. I was in the band, glee club, chorus, class plays, musicals, class treasurer for three years and everything else except the GAA (Girls Athletic Assn.). After grad- uation I returned as a post grad to get more science and business math.

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It was during high school that I had my first date that was for the Junior-Senior Prom. I dated regularly after that, none too serious but fun. Dur- ing high school days too, I bought my first pair of heels. In a town of our size, that was no easy chore.

These I kept well hidden and they lasted for many months.

I enrolled next in our State University, but only lasted the first year. It was during the de- pression and money was not plentiful enough to sup-

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