the end of Paula until college, though she invaded my dreams a good many times in the intervening years.

At 9, I went to public school where I became a strong and active sports participant, with no evidence of TV tendencies. About the time I entered prep school, I grew very fast, and at 14 was a full six feet tall. There were others in the class almost as tall, but I was unrivalled for strength, and became Captain of both the football and basketball teams. A torn cartilage at the end of the football season of my Senior year forced me to drop basketball that season, and kept me out of college football. Swimming was all right, and I made a Varsity letter for that in my freshman year.

Paula came back to life when we discovered toga parties at college; once as a gag I wore a girl-friend's kilt to a Scottish regimental party. Then Paula discovered an old corset of Grandmother's that gave a for-sure girly-girl figure, front porch and all. She became quite fascinated with this new development, and TV became a major hobby though I had met my present

wife by that time.

She was not my first girl-friend, as I never had any trouble getting dates. In fact, I was considered to be "almost too handsome (or pretty)”, and took full advantage of it in that I had my pick of the girls. However, this one was the first I really took seriously, and so we were married. She was tolerant of TV at first, and made Paula a dress for our first Halloween party together. I came as a "flapper" in a short, cheap wig, full set of underwear including girdle and stockings, and Cuban heels. I created quite a sensation but since then I have seen a movie taken at the party, and Paula really left MUCH to be desired in portrayal. But it was a big adventure, and so was the purchasing of the "equipment".

After the second Halloween, mentioned earlier, Paula began to build up a wardrobe in secret, as my wife's tolerance was limited. One day, though, she went along with a little joke: I suggested I dress and we stop in on one of our neighbors. This went over so well that HIS wife induced him to doll up as Mae West — which he did fantastically well. And then the host's Father dropped in – and there we all were, sitting around in a little house with no place to hide! The father didn't ask a single question or make any comment, so we all sat there carrying on a rather strained conversation for quite a while.

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