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I'm always been a little slow on the uptake. Levi's jeans had been around for about a hundred years before I discovered their comfort when I tried on a pair belonging to my little brother, Jerry. I loved them so much that he never got them back until they were so tight I had to switch to big brother Walter's. I was too stingy with my hard-earned money to buy my own.

Jeans made for girls in those days were flimsy and baggy, with a zipper on the side. Girls generally didn't wear pants much then, and certainly not shorts except on the basketball court. When I started wearing cut-off Levi's to town, I added one more smear to the family name. I thought my long shapely legs were my only asset, and I put them to good use when the guys from the road construction site stopped at the grocery store on the way home from work each afternoon. In no time at all, I was married to the best one of the bunch.

Thanks, Levi Strauss!!

Cora Gail Trent
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