THOSE HAIRDRESSERS.
Real hairdressers are horrid, They plump you in a chair, And scratch your ears and forehead, And fill your eyes with hair. And say, "Sit still: won't hurt you," Then hurt you all they can. . . Oh, hairdressers are nasty, The nastiest kind of men! But when we play together, Then hairdressers behave, Talk nicely of the weather/ And gently "Shave" and "Wave 1 ," And dye and diy and shingle And bow and say " Good-day " . . Oh, " Hairdressers " is lovely The loveliest game to play! J. C.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIII, Issue 19502, 4 December 1926, Page 4 (Supplement)
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87THOSE HAIRDRESSERS. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIII, Issue 19502, 4 December 1926, Page 4 (Supplement)
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