Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1935-07-18
Haircut
By ELSIE F. WILSON
C. Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
wNU Service.

CLARIBEL BRUNKE'S chauffeur
~ eased to the curb in front of the
most famous of Fifth avenues beauty
temples. Claribers gracious entrance
into the salon was greeted by a care
full bow from the wax-muStached man.
ager himself.
"Ah, Mademoiselle Brunke-goOd
afternoon. We shall be pleased"
I'D like to have you personally do
my hair. Seixas," she smiled. Its
rather important today"
but yes, Mademoiselle."
I'm going to put myself in your
hands, Seixas," she said. II want
haircut entirely different from any
thing I've ever had. Something suited
TO my type and personality. You know
what I mean:"
but yes. mademoiselle." Seixas
draped a snowy sheet around Claribers
shoulders.
For you, mademoiselle, the smooth
close cut is the best. Then to bring
out the natural piquancy of your face,
a fluffy bang across the forehead
yesy"
-rn leave it to you, Seixas," she
smiled. only make me as beautiful
as you can"
Claribel hoped that tonight Rick
HoilimOre would ask her to marry him.
She had known Rick for a year. Late
ly she had fancied that there had been
something new in his eyes; something
more personal when he looked at her.
There. mademoiselle
perfect. Seixas," she sighed. "YOu
couldn't have done better"
Now a shampoo and wave, mademOi-
seller"
Please"
Seixas proudly combed out the fin
ished couture 1t was a masterpiece.
But then Seixas was patrOnized be-
cause he produced masterpieces.
1T is lovely. Seixas. And 1t is i'm
portant that l be particularly nice to-
night"
Claribel sat opposite Rick HOllimOre
in the dim dining room of the Cafe
Brun- She was family disappointed.
Rick who invariably noticed the details
of her costume, had not yet commented
on her changed headdress She slipped
her cocktail and tried to recapture the
intimacy of the past few meetings.
You're quiet tonight Rick" she said.
-'Tired?"
a Hnll e.,
business of casting for a new play gets
me every time. I think l have my fin
ger on type / want and then-pOuff!
She drops her aitches or bites her fin
ger nailsi"
poor boy" But HOllimore did not
react to her sympathy. Claribel felt
chilled. AT the moment she knew that
she meant no more to Rick than the
centerpiece of crystal tulips. If he
didn't soon see her as an individual
Claribel knew that she would always
be just SO much atmosphere in his
life. He was becoming too accustomed
TO her beauty.
Suddenly his eyes lit up. She fol-
lowed his glance.
"DO you see herr" he exclaimed
tensely. 1.-The girl with the hair, red
and crisp looking | want her for the
beggar girl in Scarlet Slippers. Can't
you just picture herr" HOllimOre's
voice was eager.
'She probably suffers" said Clar-
libel
"But her hair! It's a masterpiece Of
art and Imagination. I wonder who
her hairdresser is? He certainly knows
his stuff. Funny, the difference hair
cut makes to woman, isn't it?"
Yes, isn't it?' echoed Claribel
bleakiy. AS Hollmore excused him
self and strobe off In the direction of
the red headed girl. Claribel retOuched
her lips and ran slim finger through
her fluffed bangs. Her hands were
cold.
Elites reflection in the mirror above
the kitchen sink gave back her vivid
smile. Her crisp red-gold curls were
almost completely obscured by the in
verted pewter bowl.
Don't cut off too much. Mom," she
warned. "Just enough to smarter the
edges"
Haven't l cut your hair enough
times to know how to do it?" returned
Nom Bailey brandishing her shears
above the bowl. Keep still and don't
fidget."
Clip, clip, clip. The FURNISHED ring
hrnnnnH IN
Elites shoulders. Snip. snip
"A man in the restaurant offered me
a part in play last night" said Effie
''He said he liked my haircut" She
laughed.
"iou mean you're goin' on the
stageT asked Nom.
NO" said Effie. I'm going to
marry Tommy. He asked ME last
night"