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Show ir "Where has my grandma pone, mah- 6 Where has my grandma gone. "She's gone to do a foxy trot, i To skip and prance and boh a lot f Oh. she Hm randy K id. eh wot If That's where your grandmas gone." Where has my mama gone, pah-pan, a Where has mv mama gone.' 1 "She's gone to gel her hair cut. dear, Shell huso it bobbed from cat 10 ' ear, f t1 ' She's with the barber now. I rear. That's where your mama's gone. it "Mab-mah!" called the little one. ,! "Mah-mah. where an s you " is Responding to the call, a bcauiiiui l creature in nifried skirl aw j ' 1 mng short BOCks, a blue sash tU U about her lithe body, and her snori if I bair ornamented with a ribbon, ap-tb peered from around the garden lK'dVos darling." she murmured gweetly. mother lm- rivins P.lden honey tones to her voice, I an bere' extract from a novel ol 1U somebody Kindly page the be plenty of th.n;. Nflfe has became" of the jpuA-, jpuA-, is the inquiry that has uiotheis ' nrhtek h, , .'i human Hps. Hut whisk. SKbC'wBI somebody page the Are thVre to be no lady adults In JTSSS An wo to be mother-lCa mother-lCa and grandmotherly? W The grandmothers started it. this madtearing journey back Into the sprlnglimc of life They rehi Ib-d against being sweet, comfy souls, sitting by the fire, mending the family fam-ily linens, soothing the family bumps; waiting patientl for life's gentle twilight. t fall about them They suddenly found thai black bonnets were ugly. They took 10 hals. not only hats but sassy hats with tunny little impudent feathers ready to put out human eyea They Shortened their skirts; and the older the grandma the shorter the skirt! Wander along city streets any day of the week and you shall sec It was a wonderful and worthy rebellion. re-bellion. As they shed their habiliments habili-ments of age they shed their years. As they looked younger they felt younger. The result" If the old ladies arc to look like young ladies, the young ladies must protect themselves. If the old ladies are to look like girls, then young ladies must look like children. The next result'' A rush to Monsieur Marcollne, he of the curling iron and sharp, snipping shi a i s. "My dear,' says Mrs. Bobs, shaking shak-ing her bowl-cut locks, "it is liberty, liber-ty, as false hair is punishment. I nm a free person Women will eventually become real human beings, be-ings, perhaps with souls' Think of that! Have we not shed our armor plate and an- wc not toddling about free from the shackles of corsets and stays? Do we not have latchkeys latch-keys and wander in when we will, as if we were husbauds iustead of females" fe-males" It is too, too wonderful. M i bopped off hair is the sum total of joy "No curling, no fussing, no twisting twist-ing or coiling. I need not erawl on all fours tinder the bed to retrieve a hairpin. I do not need hairpins. When I shampoo my hair I crack an egg on the top of my intellectual storehouse of thought, and the deed is done. Let me shake my head a few times and my mane Is dry. It is too simple, little one. Let me take ih shears aud unfetter you from bondage." NOW ITS A FREIfZT. U I3 becoming a frenzy. No head will be safe. The free ones would free the slaves or hairdrcssing. Let us keep our heads, those of us who like them. It is going to be a struggle strug-gle "A passing fad." says Monsieur Marcellne of the red-hot tongs aud the snippy-snappy scissors. "Very good for one with the infant smile and the round, big innocent eyes, but aeh himmei: the woman with the sharp uose aud (he gaunt visage and the eyeglasses, what will It do to her? No, no. 1 shiver my back down to think of the ugliness it will make among the clientele, my ladies. la-dies. Tor the very young It is divine, di-vine, it is ravishing . it is piquant; but 1 think uo girl of 10 should do it At 30 the lady needs soft waves about the face." The men are going to make a great howl about it They are not true husbands who fall to direct the education of Mrs. Wife's hair If they say "part it It is parled. Otherwise husband and wife may be parted. The chance9 are that many a lady who fares forth and gets a bowl cut will be afraid to briug it home with her. Perhaps she will be like the little Old lady with "her eggs tor to sell" who went to sleep by the wayside and robbers came and cut her skirts off short Even her little dog didn't know her How. then, can one ex-peoi ex-peoi a husband to be that smart? It. is the impossible, madame As for the health of the hair, cutting cut-ting is no special help. Ho-hum ! These women! Whatever will they do next? Do tell! |