RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CI, Issue 29767, 9 March 1962, Page 20

RANDOM REMINDER

SURPLUS

She was a blonde. Correction: She was a dazzling, platinum blonde, with skin a golden tan, and with the acceptable specifications of 36.538. 22.750. 36.000. or even 0000. Her long and lustrous locks were even fairer than the shining sands of Kaiteriteri on which she lay. Site had a husband. But as is the habit of husbands of dazzling blondes, he was up at the bach doing the chores.

When he had finished

the sweeping and made the beds and prepared the vegetables and done the dishes and flitted a duster about the place, he came down to the beach. He picked his way over the torso-strewn sands in search of his beloved. It wasn’t easy, for the shore was simply littered with lovely creatures, all of them tanned to perfection, most of them, it seemed, beautiful blondes. At length he found her. “Too many blooming blondes,” he

said to himself, as he assumed station at his wife’s feet. A few’ days later his wife went walkabout on one of those inscrutable missions to which women are dedicated. When she came back, her tresses were several shades darker. The man raised his eyebrows and inquired mildly the reason for the change. “Too many blooming blondes round here,” she said.