MRS. NOONE has got some lovely daughters. . .I should know. I am the odd-man out in a family of three girls.
     But wait.
     This petticoat dominance may be ended by the fall of 1967 - for my mother has declaired that she wants one more child in the family. And my father has promised that it will be a boy this time. Is his face going to be red if events produce a fourth lass?
     Dad, he's an accountant, looked at me across the lounge of our home in the Parliamentary constituency of Huyton, near Liverpool (the Prime Minister of England, Mr. HAROLD WILSON is our representative in "the House") and declared "It's fixed - we are going to have a baby boy next year.
     I admire his confidence - but, as always, Dame Nature is going to have a large say in the way things work out. Maybe she might get "the dead-needle" at a mere male trying to pre-arrange a matter of this magnitude.
     But really, being the only boy in the family isn't that bad. In fact, I rather like it.
     Come across the road from our place, and right opposite lives my elder sister DENISE (she was named after Dad. His name is DENIS; "with one N" he is quick to point out).
     Denise is married to a great guy called GORDON WEBB. He's what one calls an estimating engineer. That's what one calls him - but I haven't the foggiest how he computes all his figures.
     Denise and he are both twenty years old, and the reason why they live so near is that we are such a close family. Denise didn't want to move too far away from the folks, so they bought the house opposite.
     When I get back from a tour I tear into my own house - say welcomes all around, and then dash across to Denise.
     She is tops with me - especially because she made me into an uncle 15 months ago when young KARL was born.
     You know that young nephew of mine has the whitest-blond hair anyone could imagine. If a soap manufacturer could get sheets as white and silky looking as Karl's hair, he'd be an overnight billionaire.
     There were big, big, thrills in the family the other day - and especially for my wee, nigh two-and-a-half year old sister, Suzanne. She was chosen as the only child model in the biggest charity fashion show Liverpool has seen since clothes became "the thing" after the Garden of Eden altered it's fig leaf modes.
     She modelled a leather coat and hat. Looking positively fantastic, in this pink leather with white and blue flowers, she was an absolute princess. And when she presented the Lord Mayor and the Lady Mayoress of Liverpool with a bouquet she really stole the show.
     You know my mailbag from TEEN LIFE readers is phenomenal. . .but young SUZANNE gets nearly half of what I receive from the States too.
     And it was because of this really enormous mail that our new addition to the family got her name. Last May 25th LOUISE KENNEDY was born.
     I was on a world tour - and had compiled a pretty comprehensive list of boys' names for the new babe. I never thought that it would be another girl. This new babe, as far as I was concerned, was going to be a boy and so counter-balance the female domination in the Noone family.
     So what happened?
     I get back via the Phillipines, Hong Kong, Israel and Germany, to find a baby sister.
     "Why the Kennedy?" we are asked.
     Because we have so many American friends.