year where they could dress every evening if they wished - and we all spent our summers happily with Sam and Nancy.

Our Christmas', birthdays and anniversaries were sights to thrill any- one as we exchanged gifts always some appropriate feminine gift for Nancy, Betty or myself or masculine for Sam. Bert and Jack.

Shortly after I became “Dr. Alcott, PhD," my wife announced she was with child. When the thrill of her news subsided, I again became Dr. V.J. Alcott with a crew out and Norinne became a loving, devoted wife and mother. Motherhood made her seem more beautiful to me and our love as I had predicted — increased daily.

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For the past several years, I have worked as a research chemist for a cosmetics company. Some of my co-workers can't understand my dedi- cation to developing only certain kinds of cosmetics and I'm not about to explain to them. One did ask me once about my hairless arms and I told him that I had to experiment on someone when I developed my hair remover so I picked me.

Sometimes while I'm working, I look down at my flat chest, sigh, and look at the calendar to count the months or weeks until we move to the cabin for the summer. The company would pay me more money if I only took two weeks vacation instead of two and a half months, but I insist that I want to spend that time with my wife and kids. I know that when I get to the cabin I can look down and see gently rounded breasts and long blonde hair.

How many people do you know that spend two months every year in Valhalla?

I know six!

While I was away, Dr. Walter Alvarez, the famous medical columnist ran a column concerning men who loved feminine things. He said some very nice things about me personally and gave people Chevalier's address. As a result we have gotten inquiries from wherever his column was published. If we had the mailing addresses of other columnists we could send them copies of his column with a request that they help by giving similar publicity. How about each of you checking your own papers for advice columnists. Call the paper, find out the columnists mailing address and send it to me. Maybe we can locate some more of our lonely sisters.