Dear Ann Landers,
I could kiss you for printing that letter from Lady Godiva, the woman who enjoys doing her house-work in the nude. For years, I thought maybe I was a freak because I do the same thing. Naturally, I've never breathed my secret to a soul-not even my husband. I was greatly re-lieved when you said it was neither immoral nor sick, and that so long as she kept her shades down it was nobody's business. I'm a woman in my forties who also enjoys the freedom of doing her housework in the nude. I can bend and stretch, unencumbered. Now I zip right through this eight-room house in less than two hours.-Another Jaybird A staggering number of housewives wrote to confide that they, too, enjoy doing their housework in the nude. Here's another jaybird from Memphis:

Dear Ann,
Tell Lady Godiva she's not crazy and she's not alone. I've been doing my housework in my birthday suit for twenty years. I consider myself normal and intelligent. As a bride I was forever sewing torn seams and restitching pockets which had caught on knobs. One day I took off my housedress when I got soaked to the skin (a frying pan plopped into the dishwater). I so enjoyed the feeling of freedom that I've been cleaning house in the nude ever since. I can report only one minor mishap. Several months ago while ironing a bed sheet, I stood a little too close to the board and burned my stomach. Nothing serious-just painful. Please warn the girls.-Me, In The Flesh Dear You: Sorry about your stomach. Take note, Jaybirds. Other hazards of prancing about unclothed are described in the next letter from Louisville.