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the children came - my present wife warmly accepted Debbie. I kept up my entertaining and freely dressed around the house, helped her with the house work and provided a good living from my printing shop. Then the children came, and (Oh, Susanna, how right you are) Debbie had to go into hiding, being able to appear only when and if the coast was clear. My TV activities were drastically reduced, but not stopped. I managed to do a bit of entertainment once in a while and dressed in private as much as circumstances permitted. I did manage, though to accumulate a nice wardrobe, lovely wigs and all those things so dear to a TV's heart. Nature however played a nasty trick on Debbie. The wife entered the menopause and the boom dropped. Debbie was told off in no uncertain Bitter arguments and quarrels followed and naturally the children became aware of the facts re- garding their father. How could they miss them with all the screaming that went on!

Not wanting to break up the home, I have stayed on, although the atmosphere reminds me of what the demilitarized zone in Viet Nam must be and the child- ren have accepted Debbie's existence rather philo- sophically.

But a ray of sunshine has cut through the home. clouds. Debbie, through a friend, went one Summer day to a resort far up in the Catskill mountains. It was Casa Susanna. There I met the most wonderful people in the world. With Susanna and Marie and all the TV friends I have made in my many trips there, Debbie blossomed forth and is able today to be her- self in an atmosphere of friendship, understanding and tolerance which is a far cry from what she can find at home. What of the future? I've ceased to worry. I have learned to enjoy each day, one at a time. But believe me, even if science should ever find a way to kill the TV's desires, I would be the last person in the world to want to discard a con- dition from which I've derived some of the happiest hours in my entire life.

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