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This was always a problem with me because I did have breasts. Except for them I should have been the tall, long-legged, slim, flat-hipped [[strikethrough]] type [[/strikethrough]] flapper type of the Jazz Age. The brassiere I wore was one called [[strikethrough]] Maiden [[/strikethrough]] Boyish Form, which did nothing but flatten one down, if one was lucky, to board flatness. The one thing the films about the 20s deny is the dictum that there must be no breasts. This fashion started long enough before I began to develop for me to be surprised at the interest of the older girls at boarding school in flattening their breasts. One older girl wrapped herself in a wide strip of heavy muslin, winding it round and round and fastening it tightly with safety pins. As for myself, what [[strikethrough]] Maiden [[/strikethrough]] Boyish Form could not do, I did not try. I recall a typical outfit before coming to New York: a straight sleeveless dress of heavy textured silk printed all over in Egyptian motifs (Tut-an-khamin's tomb had just been opened), reaching to the mid-calf, and a tight lemon-colored milan straw, almost brimless, indeed a forerunner of the cloche; and my hair-colored hair (medium brown) was cut in a straight bang and in a straight line from ear tip around to ear tip. Soon after that came the boyish cut, which we had done by a barber, with the back feathered. I went to New York with a somewhat floppy Knox felt hat with nothing on it except a grosgrain band. But I could not afford these when I was on my own, so I discovered the wholesale hat district off 7th Avenue; the place I went for my hats was on 38th St. The window was filled with unblocked felts of all colors. I would try them on until I found one small enough for my [[strikethrough]] long [[/strikethrough]] narrow head (size 21), then the sales-woman (her name was Rose) would with deft scissors cut it to my head--long