The New York herald., 1922-10-22


early fall velvet coquettishIy over my left
eyebrow. I was in the act of readiusting
II tthe hat. not the eyebrow when nv
husband turned sharply toward me and
hitting my elbow with his shoulder knocked
me nat completely out of my uplifted
hands- Look" he exclaimed pointing
out an old man engaged in gathering waste
papers just beyond the tracks. I'm glad
70 see someone's business is picking up,"
Before I had time to scream for helm the
train started; windows. recently ordered
closed. were opened in rapid succession all
around me; heavy chains clanked: irons
banged; whistle blew, also a strong
draught, carrying my hat down the aisle
IL danced merrily for moment on the
platform, then leaped off with suicidal pur-
pose I looked at my husband Well" he
said rather testify. why did you take il
off in the first place."
You did it, would have liked TO have
snapped Instead of which I replied
sweetly. Il had my hair washed to-day
and can't do thing with it." As spoke
tried to tuck away a long. stray, stringy
lock- murmuring under my breath, Five,
eight-twenty. SIXTEEN He heard me.
What's that?7 ne asked 'Memorizing the
timetable? What's five. eighty-twenty and
temp"
The hat and my hair" 1 answered alb
sently, still figuring. He cast glance in
my direction that called me "crazy" in n
loud tone. hit his paper a whack meant
tor me and commenced to read intently.
| sat back. lost in a maze, cropping INV
way through a labyrinth Of mental calcu-
iations to the forenoon when I had re-
solved TO go to the city for shampoo.
Fatal moment! II had only washed my
hair at home as usual and allowed II IN
dry in the warm sun behind the house.
shuddered and passed my hand over my
face. finding my nose twice its size and
there was pain when / moved my head
at the nape OF my neck. / felt permanently
dislocated.
1t began this way: Mrs. CIary is always
beautifully coiffured and is the envy OF
our bridge tables. She trots off to the civ
once week and she returns at event1de
with fresh, lovely wave and fresher.
lovelier complexion. Although I have dis
covered the secret of her day, I am won
dering how she does II on the salary he
gets. as We don't play cards for anything
but prizes, and you can't exchange a
workbag for a marcel
Nine. Cheveux. whose show window ex-
plains In gilt letters "On parle franeais
ici" (though was there two hours didn't
hear a word of it) runs hairdresslne
shop in the heart Of the Roaring Forties.
Her place doesn't lack any instrument of
torture under the sun I don't know, not
being historically inclined. if Marie An
toinette was bIindfolded when taken to he
guillotine. II she wasn't blndfolded vou
can imagine her sensations. Most OF hers
we're mine when I entered that beauty
parlor. Treacherous drops suspended by
wires hung from the ceiling threateningly
These. learned later. We're permanent
wavers. I could hear the constant drip OF
water. a form Of torment I saw used not
long ago in a moving picture as means to
woke the truth from the hero. Something
ike that, anyway Girls ran around the
'parlor" wildly calling TO each other. swirl
ing curling tongs aloft and fIinging Turk
ish towels wet and dry over helpless
creatures who lay passively in low chairs
A very blond young woman with short
hair and eyelashes so thickly beaded she
could hardly raise her lids. minced for
ward and in some broken language in
quired "Wadda yuh weesh Madumb?'
Dumb was right NV hands fluttered
nervously 20 my throat dared. a
shampoo" No sooner had 1 uttered these