Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-11-02
sTRAIGHT-HAIRED WOMEN.
They Are Apt to he Infallible on the
Subject of Rainy Weather.


Il was born, as the saying goes" said
the straight-haired woman, with a silver
spoon in my mouth, and, what is still more
to the purpose, I have kept that spoon up
to the present moment, but I would will
ingly exchange it, valuable as it is, for q
plebeian tin specn if my hair only curled
/, naturally.
Nobody knows" she moaned on, ''the
woes of a straight-haired woman, except
another straight haired woman, for it is a
fact past gainsaying that curved is the line
of beauty especially applied to hair,
and hence if ones hair doesn't curve by
nature it must be made to curve by art
that's all there is to that.
But alas! there Is no art that can keep
it in shape in damp and rainy weather or
at the seashore. There is a fortune, indeed,
awaiting the person who will concoct a
| hair-curling compound warranted to with
stand moisture, and at the same time to be
harmless. I myself am a sight on damp
days and almost a monster at the sea-
shore; and the other day I refused to take
dinner down town with my husband be-
cause the atmosphere was moist 1--WE were
going out to little party just afterward).
1 said would meet him at his office, since
| it wasn't possible for him to get home that
night.
"Just before starting 1 carefully and elab-
orately curled my locks, and, armed with
| the curling iron was sure l would need, I
sailed forth. When l rose to leave the car
| upon reaching my husbands Office that
wretched curler had escaped from its wrap
| ping and fallen to the floor. A gentleman
| mo doubt wifeless and sisterless MANI re-
| turned it gingerly to me with puzzled
| and alarmed look. 1 believe he feared it to
! be species of Internal machine-it's one
| of the one-pronged variety that looks some
| thing like a toy pistol.
| "Once in my husbands office, lit the gas
and recurled my now totally straight hair.
| 1 took the car again, this time in the COM
pany of my spouse, and we went to OF,
| party. Before could appear in polite So
ciety 1 was obliged to crave of my hostess
| the privilege of curling my hair, while up
| on assuming my hat to go home my redec-
ton in the mirror really made me i'll, my
hair as so 1ndian-like in its straightness.
"Oh! waste hours-hours," she went on,
| desperately, lin trying to be what I am
surely not-a curly haired woman. That
| same time, Indeed, devoted to any art or
science would have made me proficient
| now.
"There is one thing, though" and her
voice for the first time assumed cheerful
| accent, "tbe barometer permitting, have
| prettier artificially curled hair than any
woman I chance to have seen. In what
way? Firstly, I never burn my hair, and.
secondly, 1 never soil it; do rot heat the
iron hot enough to scorch it. for lesser
degree of heat little longer applied is
| more efficacious than to crisp it. If you
crisp it, indeed, 1t presently gets so it won't
curl at all-the hair is dead. never rough
en- or soil it, because use an alcohol lamp
"a gas or oil flame besides soiiing it in
variably roughening it.
| Its going to rain again. she concluded,
her voice reassuming its pathetic cadence.
| How do know? Why, my hair is straight
| ening. See? The weather bureau surely
ought to employ me as a rain prophet"
and heavirg a deep sigh, she gave each
side of her pretty head tender and pity
| ing nat