I wore a black shantung sheath that cost me forty dollars. Itwas part of a buying spree I had with some of my scholarshipmoney when I heard I was one of the lucky ones going to NewYork. This dress was cut so queerly I couldn't wear any sort of abra under it, but that didn't matter much as I was skinny as aboy and barely rippled, and I liked feeling almost naked on thehot summer nights.