HAZARDS OF HAIR

She flits around from house to house and holds courts in her own;

No lady caught in politics

Is quite so widely known.

Though her profession calls for tact And diplomatic tongue,

The strain of years has left no mark On one so slim and young.

The home-made permanent has borne To fame and fortune fair,

This lady with the hobby pins

And lotions for the hair.

Each husband has now bowed to fate And merely sighs and grins

When the next pillow holds a head Bristling with bobby pins.

When neighbouring ladies quickly troop To criticize results,

He keeps a neutral corner and

A normal, steady pluse.

Gone are the days when “fuzz” and “ends” Have power to excite

His sympathies, for he has learned

No hair-do is “just right.”

Now Mary M. can not be reached When locks are long and straight, Except upon appointment or

A long, impatient wait.

She knows each whim and foible of Her customers in turn

And understands each little fear And eact extreme concern.

The home perm makers, they should spread A fortune at her feet.

And St. Laurent should call her to A worthy Senate seat.

85

S. Barlow Bird