Hyder weekly herald., 1933-07-22
Fair Exchange By DORIS KANE
@. by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.
 WNU Service

J leggy girl of thirteen with wealth
 of lovely red-gold hair hanging down her back.
 There were times during her prog ress into the realms of wOmanhood
 when, if John had been her father, he
 most certainly would have tried to re- form her. Her scrimmages, tree climb
 ing and other boyish escapades turned Johns affection momentarily to the more stald of Daphnes companions. John, being in the same category as most truly well-balanced boys, pre- ferred the feminine to the masculine
 in the girl upon whom he had set his affections.
 So when John returned from his
 final year in college to take up his business career and found his lovely
 Daphne with her head cropped, sprint
 ing about the streets in training for
 cross-country run, it nearly finished
 the love affair.
 When he remOnstrated with her
 Daphne merely threw her cropped
 head up bit.
 'Of course, if you loved me for my
 hair alone" she told him, ''your love
 isn't worth worrying about. And as
 for athletics-well, they're good for
 anyone"
 'I didn't love you for your hair, but for the characteristics that go natural ly along with feminine and not a masculine head. In the first place, you
 look like the dickens with that cropped hair effect, and If I can't have girl who Is girl, then won't have any" Don't be so old-fashioned," was Daphne's retort Half the girls today
 have boyish bobs."
 And that half looks just like the
 half-breeds they are." was what John
 said. "Oh, Daphne, you were so love- ly, so dainty and wOmanly when your lovely curls played about in the winds. There's just nothing there now for a
 fellow to twine his fingers in."
 Then John smiled unexpectedly.
 Never mind my opinions, darling you've a right to look and act as you
 think best"
 And because Daphne really loved her big John, she slipped into his arms and
 smiled softly against his lapel. She
 trlumphed nearly always with John.
 Her hair remained bobbed and she
 continued In her athletics.
 John took month away from her before starting his position In the bank.
 He telephoned her on the day of his return and reminded her that the great dance at the town hall to which she
 was going with him would commence sharp at nine. "I'll manage to get there about quarter to-" he told her, and Daphne thought she detected queer little laugh in Johns tone. At quarter to nine John arrived at the big house on the hill where Daphn and her parents lived. The maid who let him in gasped and tried not to show the astonishment she felt at sight of him.
 Instead of the sleek straight hair of
 olden days, Johns was long and had a wonderful wave in 1t. His shirt was of softest silk and his tie the most girlish thing in mauve silk that any
 one could want His socks were of the
 same tint and-yes, the most delici-
 ously sweet of perfumes waited from
 his person.
 "Is Miss Daphne quite readyr he
 asked in simpering voice and with the coyest of smiles. "Oh. yes, sir," said the maid. She's
 been waiting-all ready" And with that John was shown into the drawing room where Daphne was waiting with her parents. Daphne's face when she saw her per fectly good John rigged in feminine dalnties, was picture no artist could paint. Daphne's mother gasped, then drowned. Her father cast one look at l him, then burst into regular guffaw.
 John managed to give both parents large wink and because they had 1 always felt the same way about
 Daphne's masculine tastes as he did, | they understood at once what was in