"ALSO, FLORENCE CONRAD'S SUMMARY OF OPINION ON THE WOLFENDEN REPORT IN THE SAME ISSUE WAS ABOUT THE BEST PIECE OF REPORTING I'VE SEEN IN THE MAGAZINE."

J.F., KANSAS

MOOD THOUGHTS

Come the long dark nights when you walk alone 'mong the vast halls of the city. Stone walls are about you, and the fog creeps in, and the fog-horns moo in the distance. In the dim swirls of fog you search for an essence of kindness, a smile, but only the stone walls meet you. And even the strangers that pass are seen--as a mask, A mask of type; cabmen, shopper, or engineer--perceived from the mask that is your own.

You walk on and on, restless in the night's quickening surge, midst a jungle of houses and moldy grey fences, Fences driftwood-silver, shutting out all but fog, moonrays, and the morrow. And you feel wallod in by walls not quite your own.

Perhaps you fumble in your purse for a mirror, and stop a moment under a street lamp. Whence the mask? Where the barrier? Are they within? Remember last week at the gathering, the maze of stiff and frightened faces? You saw the frozen fears in a frame of shattered glass-dark eyes, haunted eyes mirroring desires of your own, yearning to find an understanding, a rapport:

Brace up kid, walk faster--this is not the bitter end; Next time, reach in and bring it out. Ayeee, don't be so bashful--SMILE!

Bonnie Durecă

COMING NEXT ISSUE The long awaited report on the questionnaire circulated by the DOB in June, 1958. The data collected is fascinating and startling. This is a "must" issue for all.

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