The invitation was mysterious. "Mrs. Harriet Cooper and the Gentlewomen of the Wayne Foundation Ladies Auxiliary request the pleasure of your company for a marionette masquerade ball on Saturday the 5th of September Nineteen Hundred and Sixty-Six, formal attire-all guests en masque." Well, how could we resist an invitation like that? How many people get to actually visit Wayne Manor? Photos by Star Foreman.
KING TUT………Greg Iriart
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