Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-10-27
CHEMICAL BLONDES.
aIenching the Hair Once More I'm
Vogue with the FashionabIcs.

bleaching the Hair Once More In
Vogue with the FashiOnabIcs.
Being a blonde is very hard work." re-
marked Miss Bngs, as she piled up the
pillows and sank back among them with
quite an exhausted air. She was a very
pretty girl ard the thought occurred to
her friend Miss Brown that perhaps she
knew how we'll she looked, with the bright
satin cushions a background for her
golden head.
We'll, DEAR" said Miss Brown, sooth-
ingiy, you know the old saying, ii faut
souffrir pour etre belle and 1 think we
would all be willing to accept the pen.l y
if we could but accomplish the result"
and Miss Brown sighed.
You know" resumed Miss Bings, ia
never would let me make my hair lighter
until this summer. when we went up to
Newport and found that there was a per-
feet rage among the women of the New York
swell set for bleached blonde hair, and
that all the other women there were iml-
tating them. Then she gave in and that
very day bought a bottle of peroxide of
hydrogen and started in. Even ma had
10 admit that 1t was great beautifier and
for few days my hair was simply lovely.
F'hen it began TO get brown about the roots
I never realized before that hair could
grow so fast. Then began the touchinS-up
process, and il seems to me that 1 have had
time for little else since. There are always
some dark spots"
Nonsense" said Miss Brown. "You
know perfectly well that your complaints
ere not sincere; you would willingly devote
twice the time and trouble to your hair
u II were necessary to produce that lovely
tint"
Maybe you are right, but there is no
doubt about the peroxide being horrid stuff
to handle, and have just had such a try
ing adventure. Yes, l will tell you about IL.
: went down town this morning and got a
bottle of what father calls my golden fluid,
and then started for home with II in a car.
The car was unusually crowded and L sa {
between a fat woman, holding u di"ty-look-
ing baby, and a man who looked like a real
. crank. L sat there quietly, holding my bot
tie carefully on my lap, when the car gave
q sudden jolt and the detestaple stuff ex-
nloded- l had been so careful to have the
bottle less than half full, and the apothe-
Gerry had tied the cork in so securely that
il never occurred to mel could have any &C
cident but the bottle flew in every direction
8 once and we had an awful scene. The
oueer-lookIng man sprang TO his feet,
screaming that there were anarchists in our
midst, and the fat woman on the other side
of me promptly went into Mysteries while
the baby set up doleful howl. A severe
looking spinster who sat opposite leaned
over to tell me that 1 ought to be ashamed
OF myself to carry bombs in a street car
and frighten innocent women and children
out of their senses. l need not tell her that
nobody was hurt-that was not my fault.
IN her opinion l ought to be handed over to
the nearest policeman. She would appear
against me with pleasure.
Just then 1 caught sight of dude over in
the furthest corner who was grinning with
al his might and enjoying the situation inn
mcnsely. He had evidently had experience
of the peroxide before. Then L glanced at
his companion. She also was a chemical
blonde, and she was in a perfect gale of
laughter, but the horrid, mean thing never
came to my assistance at all, but simply
sat there and shook. 1 should dearly have
liked to help on the shaking process myself.
However, refrained. and simply remarked
severely TO the conductor that when he got
quite through laughing I would like to get
of the car. / see that the whole adventure
strikes you as very funny, but l assure sou
I not in the least amused