The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1913-07-11
BY FRANCES sHAFrER.

A woman recently CHANGED to be q ST.
lent. but very interested. listener to a
conversation which unwittingly threw
great light upon question she mad
asked herself over and over again.
And as some one else may have asked
the very same question. 1t may be worth
while to repeat the enlightening little
chat-at lease, it may be enlightening.
1t was a cory little talk between
man and two women. They were discus
sing the pace Of the modern young man.
his extravaganza, the late hours he az
fected, and the way he lightly courted
health and money disaster. The man
and one Of the women were frankly out
spoken in condemning the swiftness Of
his running. and declared that II was
bound to tell in the fullness of time. But
the other woman looked through kinder
eyes and was far more tolerant. She
admitted it might be true that this mod
ern young man was rushing away from
MS own better seir, put somehow II was
hard to believe II. because for a few
Years or 80 she had found 1t quite de-
hghtful to look at the young men she
met, the street, in the cars, in the
homes, whenever she happened to see
them. Their skin was clear and rosy,
eyes bright and alert, and altogether
they looked 50 fresh and wholesome that
if their habits told one story. certainly
their appearance revealed something en-
tirely different. for they were the pic
lures OF health, the embodiments OF
wholesomeness. too. And what was their
secret, what but the secret OF simple
living?
And then the man laughed.
What He Told Her.
He agreed that all she said was per-
boo
most of them must thank their BARRIERS
for that? Why. no; she was not aware
that BARRIERS today waved a magician's
wand over their young men patrons any
more than they did in the years agone,
and did not see what the BARRIERS had to
do with their fresh faces, clear eyes. and
look of fitness-pray, what did he mean?
And then he told her.
He said that when the modern young
man went to a first-class shop he was
subjected to a close facial examination
that revealed the faintest blemish. Then
came a hot towel, the softest lathering-
and the shaving seemed almost incl
dental For after it was over, two or
three more hot towels were brought out.
the face was gently massaged all over
with a delicious cream of feathery light
ness. another hot towel, then a cold one.
followed by several cooling lotions deli
cately perfumed. And. with the young
man still in the hands of the beauty
specialist-'a rose by any other name,
you know"-a stand with electrical at
tachments was brought to the chair, and
a rubber massage brush was gently car
ried back and forth over the face until it
grew pink and beautiful.
But the process was not over yet. for
when electrical treatment was ended.
hand massage began and the muscles
and tissues were carefully manipulated,
the eyebrows strengthened and treated
and trained in the way they ought to go.
and everything wrong was deftly made
Alright Then came more lotions. heal
ing, preserving, rejuvenating, and one
thing and another, and at last liberal
quantities of powder were pulled over
the face-and what do you fancy that
was for?
And then-well, then the skillful crea-
tor of masculine beauty began on the
young mans neck, which was made to
glow like the rest. And all the while the
fair ones hands were being manicured
by an attendant, the nails made pink,
shapely. and with just the proper sheen.
Made Fresh ms . Rose.
And. of course, his scalp came in for
careful massage, an egg shampoo. per-
fumed lotions and few things else,
when, unless he wanted some extras. he
was ready to pay the pretty little-barber
price, the tips and all, and be dismissed.
pink, smiling. and fresh as a rose.
Naturally the woman listened to the
recital with strange little smile, for,
though she scarcely believed that the
modern young man could be as vain
as all that, she remembered that for a
long while she had been wondering about |
those fresh, rosy faces. and thinking it |
passing strange that they had developed |
in this strenuous age of merry-making |
and of late, late hours. Not once did |
she dream OF the minutes. yes, the |
hours, spent with hot and cold towels, |
creams. lotions. powders. and BARRIERS.
And as she listened she tried to figure |
it out In the good old days of long
ago a shave was just a shave, and IL the |
young man of the day developed telling |
little criss-cross lines on his face, If his |
skin grew dull. his eyes a bit dull, and |
he lost his freshness Of youth, there was /
nobody around to brighten him up. and |
he took his chances with the rest.
But now-was II a sign of growing |
vanity? 1t was only the occasional wom-
an, she argued, who received anything |
like as much facial attention as that. |