had discussed children, but Judy had suffered internal injuries when in high school and could not have children. She often laughed and said the things she did to and for me, she pretended she was doing to her daughter.

Neil had remained our close friend down through the years. His wife accepted us as we were, and I know some of the men who saw him squir- ing three pretty women around town were envious. Who could blame them ?

We had to call Jim back from his tropical paradise when my brother died. I borrowed Neil's clothes to attend the funeral and make arrange- ments for the disposal of his few belongings. There were some cousins and uncles around or I would have gone as Jackie. The hardest part as selfish as it may seem was letting Judy cut my hair.

When everything was settled, Jim went away again. My hair gradually grew out and I again discontinued wearing wigs.

Judy and I spent many happy years together. We retired and devoted our later years to traveling around the world as sisters and helping young performers wherever we could.

One day, high over the Atlantic, Judy asked me if I had ever regretted my choice in life. I looked around at the other passengers in the plane; then I looked down at my trim figure and my still rather pretty legs. I pulled a wisp of silver gray hair down in front of my eyes and then studied my hands with their well manicured nails and smooth skin. Only then did I look at Judy and smile.

"No, Sweetheart," I said softly, “I've never regretted one minute of it.”

Recently, in our physics class, we were discussing kinetic and poten- tial energy. The class started to drift from the subject of physics and, oddly enough, Tarzan became the center of conversation.

The professor, attempting to restore order, asked the question: "If Tarzan was standing in a tree 25 meters above the ground, grabbed a vine 30 meters long and started swinging, what would happen to him?” The professor lost complete control when one student replied. "He'd drag his mass!"

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