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port my brother and myself, and a part time job would take time needed for study, so we both dropped out, after his third year, and my first year. Nat- urally, no time was devoted to dressing then, since my brother and I shared a small apartment which, like our home, was the campus gathering place for friends and campus hams radio amateurs.

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Back home again and in to the family business, no important incidents. At the age of twenty two I married the daughter of a prominent business, pol- itical and social family, and I suppose I was happy. Being close to so much fine apparel really brought out my desires, suppressed for so long, and caused a lot of trouble. This marriage lasted fourteen years and produced on child, a daughter who was even- tually completely brain washed against me. After several near break ups, we drove to Alaska to try to make a last go of it; but several thousand lonely GI's at the AFB seemed to provide more excitement than I could, so the end was close at hand. It was also at this time that the Christine Jorgensen story was in all the newspapers and that really shook me.

Except for the fun of hunting and fishing in Alaska, and the many friends I made there, the ven- ture was a total flop. Our marriage broke up after one year in the Territory; it wasn't a state yet. put our daughter on a plane enroute to the states, and in the hands of the Travelers Aid. I quit my job and started driving home while my wife took a later flight out.

Before leaving our home, a brand new house in a new sub-division which I had bought when we first arrived, I bought a case of a popular St. Louis beer and started down the Alcan highway. Every hour or so I would crack a can and so kept pretty well oiled all the way to Edmonton, Canada, there the brew ran out. There I got a cabbie to get me a fifth of rye for a ten spot, for it was Sunday, and no bars were open.

I slept on a bed that night too, for the first