Dear Editor"

Dear Virginia,

LETTERS

I remember a rather amusing event from my childhood which you will probably appreciate.

The family had gone to the theater. I have long ago forgotten the play. The setting was British middle class society before World War II, sen- timental, and a little nauseating: boy meets girl, boy loves girl, boy gets girl; the two walk off in the sunset and live happily ever after.

But there had been one black sheep in the play, a male homosexual. Of course, the whole thing had been most carefully toned down to shades and hints. But that had been enough for my mother. As we walked to a café after the play, she gave vent to her horror and dismay at this dread- ful thing; and the rest of the family seemed to agree with her.

Now, ordinarily, I am not completely stupid about these things, but for some reason, this time it had all passed by me. I brought the moon down by asking her, "Why, what do you mean mother; when, where, how, and what?"

My good mother felt herself called upon to give me a little lecture on the spot. Really, this showed how naive I was. Really, it was time for me to grow up. Really, etc. After all, without even knowing it (?), I could fall victim of a character like that.

It seems a little comical in retrospect, since, already at that early age, I was a devoted TV. The very dress my mother was wearing when she gave her little lecture was one of my favorites in her wardrobe. I had had it on many times. And whatever else she was wearing that night, I had had that on too.

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by Ann - N.C.