guy is a doctor. Don't you know Sheila is telling the story even now in Atlanta... my admirer, the doctor . . . bla, bla, bla . . .

Last year in a burst of courage, several of us drove over the Galveston ferry boat dressed, and thought it to be the very heighth of valor. This year we wanted to out-do ourselves. We decided to get on the ferry and then each of us would have our picture taken alongside the life ring showing the name of the boat. Six of us went, three in each of two cars. The lead was taken by Sally who was the first out to be photographed, and that only after ascertaining that it was safe. For Clarice and those in the rear car this was a frightening experience since neither of them had ever been out ANYWHERE before, much less in an automobile. On the trip over Sally determined that there were too many people on board to chance taking the photos, so after the twenty minute ride was over she just made a U-turn and zipped back abord the Ferry. This was most disconcerting to Clarice, who had been holding her breath all the way over and wanted to catch a bit of breath before going back, and perhaps a cigarette. Meanwhile back on board the ferry, there were only about three other cars beside ours so the time looked right. Every- one in Sally's car, Karen and Mary got out and their pictures were taken. Then Sheila got out of the rear car, but while Sheila was being photographed, the headlights on the lead car somehow were turned on lighting up Sheila for just a second. If Clarice had been a trifle upset before, the sight of Sheila, lit-up in that burst of brilliance and the thought it might happen again if she went out there, caused her to become extremely tense. Janie watched her as she nervously crushed a beer can in her dainty fingers. Then she froze and couldn't be removed from the car until we were back home. But she did gain by the experi- ence. Ask her today if she would like to go on the ferry boat to take pictures and she will say, "Suuuuuuuurrrre, I wo-wo-would.”

I suppose that ends this year's adventures, I'll report to you again next year.

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Posey Don,

The Sea Nymph