"Yes, but what have you done for me lately," he replied with a physicist's idea of a joke.

"Anastasia beat me again, with her rule book, and I hate her," hissed Mary. "I have got to have revenge. I am going to get someone to beat the tar out of her."

"But who can you get," asked Terry. "There are only two or three better women golfers in town and she can beat them with the rule book."

A cunning but hesitant look came into Mary's eyes. “You can beat her so badly that the rules couldn't save her.”

"What good would that do," asked Terry. "It's no disgrace for her to be beaten by a man, especially by a scratch player."

"The point is," said Mary, “you will be dressed as a woman and she has never lost a match to a woman."

"I would like to help you," said Terry, but the idea is ridiculous." "You couldn't pass me off as a woman and I don't care for the idea at

all."

"Terry," whispered Mary, I'll give a thousand dollars to your nuclear magnetic research if you help me, and also my undying gratitude.” “I can show you that what I propose is practical."

Later, they were in her apartment. After a close shave, foundation make-up had been applied to Terry. This was covered by powder, water color red paint was on his lips; blue eye shadow and brown eyebrow pencil were used. Terry had a somewhat feminine figure and his ability to knock a golf ball into orbit was due mainly to his extraordinary co- ordination. His scientific precision around the greens was well known.

Supplied with an inflated bra, false eyelashes, a brown wig, a Dior day dress, elastic girdle to nylons and high heels, Terry was led to the mirror by Mary. It was hard to tell who was most astonished. For the first time Mary had complete confidence in her scheme. Terry was so flabbergasted he could only say weakly, “It might possibly work." "with a pair of golf gloves, I could hide my masculine hands."

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