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Comfortable? Sit straight. Now reach with you left hand and grasp your right ankle, gently. Your elbow is touching the top of your right thigh and you have placed the middle finger of your right hand touching your lips, you give the impression that you are bit- ing your nail. It's a cute, feminine pose which, as a matter of experiment I've asked several GG's to try. Most of them can take that pose without any trouble. But TV's? The strain is unbearable. Their waists just don't give as much as they should. I hope Virginia has the space to give you a sample of the pose I'm talking about. I worked what seemed like hours to achieve a pose that wouldn't show the strain I was feeling. And as you can see I had to abandon all hope of actually grasping my ankle. When I did you could see muscles emerging along the upper arm. I copied this pose from an ad in a magazine. I assure you the GG did it a lot better than I could.

Now to an amusing incident on our way to Casa Susanna during this fall. There were three of us in boys' uniform. But as usual, specially inside the car, we forget masculine names in anticipation to the two days of dressing that are about to begin. We stopped for coffee at one of the service areas on the New York Thruway. While we sat at the counter waiting for our order, Suzie (not Susanna) asked Debbie: "Say, Debbie, did you get the doll? (Debbie had ordered a doll by mail- it is called "Debbie Doll") Debbie answered: "No, not yet, I'm real worried about it." And Suzie remarked: "I'm having the same trouble with the girdle I ordered. this point they both realized that the waitress was standing right in front of them and was looking at them with a big grin on her face. Needless to say the conversation abruptly died.

I am also sending Virginia a second picture. This one belongs to Joanne. A TV I met rather re- cently but who had a rather unusual experience to tell. She has just won a beauty contest by mail on the strength of a pix very similar to the one I'm

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