ine Lesbian. That would be Paradise.

"I go to the office in Saks Fifth Avenue's handmade suits, broadcloth shirts and English shoes. My millinery is from Emme. My pumps are from Delman. I am a Chanel No. 5 girl. My wigs are ladylike, natural hair. I am a part-time woman, but I must be chic.

"Outwardly I give no indication of my delightful private life as a woman. Over-correction sometimes makes me act tough and hardboiled. I am fairly successful and a member of world-famous town and country clubs. My Metropolitan golf handicap is 13, which is my dress size.

"I know a few reputed Lesbians and undoubtedly many who reveal nothing but maybe can see right through me. A gentleman (Lady?) supposedly makes no overt overtures. How can I communicate assurances of friendly interest? I'd love to be their hostess with parties in my home for cocktails, dinner and 'Good Woman Talk' about makeup, fashions, easy ways to shorten hemlines, decoration, etc. Are they catty? Would they sneer at my costume? I wouldn't mind, if they'd observe security. Is there a

common bond of confidence?

"How about THE LADDER giving us femmen a haven? A column, or a page an occasional letter? We too could enjoy fuller lives with less restriction and more recognition. From the likes of you, too."

Lady Kay, New York, N. Y.

READERS, WRITE!

THE LADDER welcomes all communications from its readers, regardless of content. The staff feels this magazine is a sounding board for opinions on all sides of all que stions and as such must rely on the viewpoints of readers.

We also urge you to submit manuscripts, short stories, articles, poems and artwork for covers and for inside the magazine.

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