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and flung them at random onto a large piece of black velvet. With no dif- fuse lighting each street lamp stood out individually, sharp and clear against the black night. We had to circle for about 45 minutes, and I nearly paralyzed my neck with my face glued to the window.

During my two weeks in London I had an eventful time. It started off with a dinner for me put on by the Beaumont society and attended by ev- erybody who could get to town, including four French girls that came over from Paris. I had met them at the beginning of my trip three months be- fore, so it was good to see them again. I took a train and boat trip to the Isle of Wight to spend the night with one of the English FPs and her wife that I'd met on the previous trip. They met me, fed and housed me, drove me around the island and we had a most interesting visit. Later that week Sylvia, who is the Beaumont's secretary and an old friend of mine, and I took a train trip to Ipswich to have a meeting with the Beaumont sisters in that area, and then the next night over to Leeds to repeat the perfor- mance there. It was most interesting to see more of the English country- side and some towns other than London, but most of all to exchange views and experiences with my English sisters. Back in London I spent an eve- ning with the Fairlawn Ladies Club, which is a special group of London Beaumont members who rent an apartment for their own monthly meet- ings, and again we got into some great discussions.

In addition to such meetings I made a taped interview for a series to go to MDs all over England for their enlightenment on various subjects; I did a radio interview on a news show and I got in a lecture to the psychi- atric staff at one of the hospitals, and visited with a couple of magazine editors about possible articles. Of course I visited with Cover Girl and her husband, who took me to a most fabulous dinner which was a smorgas- bord type but where they had prime ribs, leg of lamb and roast pork all at the same time. Boy, I'm afraid I made myself a femme chauvinist pig at that dinner. I was so sorry to learn just a couple of weeks ago that Ivan, the husband, had been taken suddenly ill and passed away within two weeks from cancer. He was such a nice and gentle man and Pauline (Cover Girl) is naturally devastated by her loss. I stayed in London in a little tiny hotel which one of the London girls had found for me. It was run by one woman who cleaned, cooked and did everything, and she and I got along famous- ly. The last night I went down to her sitting room, gave her a couple of things I didn't want to take home with me and broke the news to her that her "lady" guest was not all she seemed to be. She was most interested and accepting, and now that place will be available for any others who want to go. It was very reasonable, clean and within two blocks of the Baker

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