think of departing even though my friend was out. I began to talk effeminately and babyishly. I was immediately hailed as a fairie, and shown to a seat on a bunk, having around me the arms cf two soldiers, with several others sitting or lying on the same bunk and caressing me. It was almost the same as if a maiden had suddenly appeared in their midst. I outwomaned woman for their entertainment and because I was fascinated.
I was so enthusiastically received that I made the decision already described, and for the period of a little more than two years visited this military reservation one evening a week, devoting all the rest of my time to scholarly pursuits.
For some weeks I enjoyed the rare pleasure of association with my idols in a squad-room or in a non-commissioned officer's private room, and had the run of all the other rooms, since practically everybody looked upon me the same as on an unoffending tabby-cat that might invade their quarters. I was even put to bed in the barracks as tenderly as a mother puts her babe in its cradle. I have always shrunk with horror from handling the weapons of warfare myself, but they had a wonderful fascination for me when in the hands of soldiers, or when seen stacked in the squad-rooms.
A typical evening in a squad-room: On my entering, the soldiers shout goodnaturedly: "Hello Jennie, old girl!"
"Hello all you big braves!"
The rumor soon spreads to other squad-rooms that "Jennie June" is making a visit, and a score or more
