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underwear. Horrible incongruity!

Finally I became fed up with seminary discipline and became inpatient to get away and go back to my hayloft. So at the end of my sixth year one event helped me to get away. It was my first sexual ex- perience. I discovered I liked girls a lot, but the good fathers took a dismal view of my discovery and decided the Seminary could exist very nicely without me. So I was now 18 years old and returned home. But that same year a circus came to town. I heard they were looking for musicians and since I had learned the clarinet and the saxophone I proceeded to apply for a position in the band. I was hired and when the circus moved on I moved on with it leaving behind my small Indiana town and my private paradise in the hayloft. From town to town I traveled with the circus and played in the band, but the sight of all the beautiful costumes all around me was driving me crazy. How I wished I could dress up! Of course I would have never dared tell some of the circus girls of my desires, so I did the next best thing: I became friendly with the clowns. At least they could wear colorful costumes with ruffles, and lace and satin and made-up faces! Pretty soon I was a good pal of one "Sorrowful Sam". Soon he took me under his wing and proceeded to teach me a clown routine. I was not a very good clown but good enough to become a regular performer. It was a happy moment when I put on for the first time my clown's attire... I still remember it: it was white satin with big red polka dots and ruffles and laces around the col- lar, sleeves and ankles.

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For a year or so this was my life, a happy life. Then we reached Chicago for a six-month stand at the Century of Progress the Chicago Fair. And you guessed it. Here I met for the first time in my life those (to me, then) beautiful creatures called female impersonators. They, with the famous Sally Rand, had their own show at the Fair and soon I was a frequent visitor and friend. Just imagine my feelings seeing

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