Evening star., 1928-11-21

NK r. QUILL certainly could not
NH guess, as he bade Mrs. Quill
V good-by in the morning, just
4 what was going to transpire
before he saw her again. Had
he known-Well, maybe it wouldn't have
made any ifference-although he
wished her lots Of luck or something
like that.
A couple of days previously Mrs. Quill
heard him remark that the new stenog-
rapher was certainly classy little flap
per-She had a permanent wave and
everything. Mrs. Quill had given this
remark quite a bit of thought and con-
Sideration. She fiattered herself that
she kept up to the minute in most
things, and ce tainly she would allow
no stenographer to eclipse her-althougn
she was scared to death OF getting a
permanent. She had seen a screen
comedy once where, after they had the
victim all truSSed up and connected TO
the internal machine, or whatever they
call it,-there had been some sort OF dis
turbance outside and the operator had
been lured away. The woman left be-
hind had been forced to sit there until
every curl had been Scorched off her
head. When finally she had been free to
lean from the chair, there were all her
burned frizzes hanging right before her
face and eyes. Mrs. Quill. although this
movie had made a lasting impression
on her, had gri1nly put away all thought
. of what the dire consequences might be,
and had made an early date for this
morning. If permanent wave was Bill
Quilts Idea Of claSs-all right then!
When she arrived there was another
permanent going on, and the remarks
of the other woman did not make Mrs.
Quill any happier
What she heard was ST wish you'd
move the mirror. can't bear to look
at myself. It frightens me sol" Evi-
IDENTIFY the mirror was moved, but a
moment later. "Oh, think I'm going
to faint!'
Heavens" thought Mrs. Quill, st
almost wish hadn't made this date"
Another little scream from the other
booth and the woman cried weakly,
'Oh, I can just hear my hair cooking
IT is fairly stewing! It's Sizzling!"
They had begun to wrap" Mrs.
Quilts hair so she couldn't get away,
but she felt if the other woman faint
ed she would go her close second.
Yet-there are any amount of
women who have permanentS-andS she
really had never heard of one dying
but maybe they didn't let it get into
the papers. She remembered, too. how
very nice Mrs. Carter looked after her
wave-So she resolved she would take
1t easy as long as she could anyway.
Outside of little pulling here and
there, nothing really happened to her
yet-arid wouldn't it be great not to
have to fuss with her hair any more?
And she could do away with the tin
curriers' that Bill hated So-and no more
boudoir caps at all! She could get
up in the morning with her head a
lovely mass of curlS! Oh, she just knew
Bill would be too pleased for any,
thing!
These thoughts bore her over the
period of wrapped hair being connected
with the electric machine. They
turned on the juice so many minutes,
of SO many minutes, on again and off
again and then they assured her that
it was over. They took the tins off,
the felt protectors and everything. Be-
fore she allowed herself to look in the
mirror she pictured what it would be
like. There would be wave-a beau
tiful wave-f1owing away from the
part in her hair. She looked up with a
happy srnile-and died! Not entirely
but almost! Sis Hopkins, never had
a thing on her. Forty separate and
individual little corkScrewS were stand
ing straight up on her head.
She had meant to bestow a word of
appreciation on the operators. She had
thought to be so happy She told her.
self she would not swear. But she
looked up at the operator with two
tearS-one from each eye-rolling sadly
and dismally down her cheeks.
"Oh," she gasped, what wreck you
have made of me! My husband will