THIS is the tale of a white-coated masseur who used to
be perhaps something of a woman-hater, the tale of an
irresistibly beautiful maiden in distress, and of the
gossamer strands of a brunette coiffure which were too
short--oh, far too short. It's a story you'll never forget
as long as you can remember it!
The co-respondent in the case, the debonair gentleman in
question, Mr. William Saalfeld, administrator of Winnipeg
store's beauty parlor, though usually triumphantly
successful in the treatment of the feminine's crowning
glory, was baffled to the point of desperation. (Ha!--the
plot fattens!)
Try as he might, he, the designer of fabulously rare
head-dresses, could not induce this charming Madam's hair to
stay "coiffed." Finally in great disgust, disregarding his
reputation for impeccable deportment, _finesse_ and _savoir
faire_, Mr. Saalfeld abandoned this bewitching minx to her
fate, her tresses uncombed, un-marcelled and undone.
Of course, anyone who could not detect a "rat" in this yarn,
somewhere, must have no more imagination than an oyster has
shins. The fascinating damsel so endearingly referred to is
a wax figure, as you might have seen upon close scrutiny
of the portrait. The display department in performing some
little operation, such as amputating a finger, adding a
new one and powdering her face, tossed her pretty locks.
Mr. Saalfeld, whose services were requisitioned (as you
have just heard), gave up in desperation. How they finally
re-dressed her hair is a professional secret which Mr.
Macgregor refuses to divulge. And the darling maintained a
serene silence, only the deep blush upon her cheek betraying
how her sensibilities had been offended.
WHILE WE HAVE NO infallible information regarding recent seismographic
disturbances in China, we would cheerfully volunteer the information
that Mr. Kaufman sat down quite impromptu and with considerable
emphasis during a curling game recently.