The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1933-09-29
Fair Exchange
BY DORIS KANE
@. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service

leggy girl Oh lHlTleeu Will Wcdltlt
of lovely red-gold hair hanging down
her back.
There were times during her prog
ress into the realms of womanhood
when, IL 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 staid of Daphne's 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 demonstrated with her
Daphne merely threw her cropped
head up a 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"
81 didn't love you for your hair, but
for the characteristics that go natural
ly along with a feminine and not
masculine head In the first place, you
4 A. hot n1
hair effect, and IL ! can't have girl
who is a girl, then / won't have any,"
"Don't be so old-fashioned," was
Daphnes 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
fellow to twine his fingers In"
Then John smiled Unexpectedly.
Never mind my opinions, darling
you've 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
triumphed nearly always with John.
Her hair remained bobbed and she
continued In her athletics.
John took a 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 a 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
I, wonderful wave In 1t. His shirt was
| of softest silk and his tie the most
| girllsh 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.
rs Miss Daphne quite readyT' 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
dainties, was picture no artist could
] paint. Daphne's mother gasped, then
frowned. Her father cast one look at
( him. then burst into regular guffaw.
John managed to give both parents
| large wink and because they had
always felt the same way about
Daphne's masculine tastes as he did,
they understood at once what was in
the wind.
"Oh, John" said Mrs. Thorpe,
what an Improvement. Your halr Is
/ simply sweet and | do love those flow
ing ties / never could see why wom-
en- should have all the dainties"
That's the stunt, old man." said
Mr.. Thorpe "you look like the real
! stuff now l like to see fellow keep
| up with the times, and half the young
men of today look more like women
than men. I'll bet you've got pink
undies too, by jove.'
NO" simpered John, my color
scheme for tonight Is mauve-all
mauve think these sets sweet, don't
you--ties, socks, and hanliy all alike.
And ! even have violet perfume" He
turned to Daphne. "Come, precious
Wen be late for the dance"
But Daphne's face had flushed and
her eyes were black with rage. 81
wouldn't go TO dog fight, let alone
q dance, with you-like that"
my pet, why not? Then | shall be
forced to go by myself"
II took about three months for
Daphne's beautiful curls to appear
again and she does no more cross-coun-