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I had decided that inasmuch as I had just one semester to go to get my Masters Degree in Business Administration that I would do some studying to pick up 4 years of lost time while I was in the service so that I wouldn't be too stupid when I entered the Univer- sity the next January. I rented a nice small apartment in San Francisco and get down to work, dating Mary on weekends.

One night she called and said that the annual Junior League Ball would be held the third week in December of 1945 and she want- ed me to be her escort. She said that she and all of her sisters were members of the league as well as her Mother and that they were in charge of this years Ball. Each year the Ball had a theme different from the years before. I said that I would be glad to take her and she said that we should get together so that we could talk over the costume that we would each be wearing. That was fine with me so we made a date for that evening.

We had dinner in a beautiful spot out on the Bay and Mary said that they had decided that this year the theme of the Ball would be a Tournabout. She said that since the war was finally over they thought that the men were sick and tired of the same old drab clothes that most of the husbands and boy friends had to wear, as military men, these past four years and she and her sis- ters wanted everyone to be happy and frivolous for one night at the Ball. She said that all men would come as women and all of the women would come as men. This set me back a bit as dressing as a woman would was something that I had never done. She said not to worry about it as it was just for one night and that she would take care of all of the details and advise me later as to when I would have to have a fitting for my costume. I said that this would be fine and after a wonderful evening I took her home and made a date with her for the next weekend.

When I picked up Mary the next week she took me to her room and showed me the costume that I was to wear for the Ball and it was lovely, however I thought it much too fancy for a man to wear ro a Ball. She said that she had had it made and it would have to be fitted. It was a long satin gown of a beautiful deep pink color, with lace on the sleeves and neck. Mary asked me to

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