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“SHINGLED!”

1 suppose that, in rny rase i t was ; j ..he demon of laziness that tempted me j to go to my hair-dresser and r-av reck- i . please!" I cannot deny, though, that > ! when Nora brought me her exquisitely i i .Topped head to admire i just a : j it tic envious. : But 1 shall not try to minimise my j | guilt. 1 owe my downfall to vanity--- j ( dns a inure than sneaking devotion to j ! Now. night and day. \ dream of the j ; ding, lustrous brown tresses that wore j | to finger them sorrowfully as they lie j i I -tiil shudder wlum i think < i that j ■ atal hour in the hairdresser-, chain- i HT of mysteries. There was a twang j • t adventure in submitting my un >ouiid hair to the- ’• artist's ” scissors ut when that part of the teiemoiv ver. he began ruthlessly to •• thi. ! ! ut " the remaining hair with ;> sharj j | >.z«>r my flesh slowly crept. i Soon with a saii-liod sigh, be- ran a i

■jrush over inv liead. and then bade me | look at mv reflection in a side-mirror and •’ see Imn I liked mvself.” Oh, horror! The girj who looked j Sever had I dreamed t’.at my lung j hair meant- so much mv appear- t a nee. 1 think I must have s!;pr>,»d into ! a sort of tranced despair, tor suddenly* j [ heard the executioner’.-; voice asking, from a long way off, “Isn’t it u rliarmng change?” All this happened one short month go : to-day my whole outlook on life is *•' shingled ” ! None of my liats fit my shorn head : my men friends desert me at the dance —my feminine acquain- | tances say with open brutality that T < ‘ look a fright.” Furthermore, the J back of my neck has developed a j scrubby beard which must every other ! day he shaved —and my boyish crop of j hair is rapidly losing the silken tex- j ture of which I was so proud. •lust now T am searching tor some j remote place by the sea at which to } spend a holiday ; there, hidden from i the world. T will let my hair grow I again in peace. But. there must be no “■ shingle ” on > the beach ! SSSSSSgSSgSSSg "j- s

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Star (Christchurch), Issue 17345, 27 September 1924, Page 18

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“SHINGLED!” Star (Christchurch), Issue 17345, 27 September 1924, Page 18

“SHINGLED!” Star (Christchurch), Issue 17345, 27 September 1924, Page 18

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