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COOK-COOS By Ted Cook
REFLECTIONS AFTER OBTAINING A MRS. SIMPSON HAIR D
"Hairdressers report a growing demand for the 'Simpit
coiffure,’ parted in the middle with eoft waves and e bun a< fl
hack.”—Newt item.
Oh, what has Mrs. Simpson got
That you and I, my gel, have not?
What is the secret of a charm
That fitly drapes a royal arm?
How favored she who stands revealed
The winner over such a field?
Oh, the road, I fear, to a noble heart
Isn't just a matter of a middle part.
Oh, you and I, my gel, can fiddle
With a bun at the back and a part in
But, say, will it get us any more
Than what, if any, we got before?
Will we be asked to cruise on yachts
If we wave our hair in approved-of spots!
And will we get invited to the Coronation
Because we raised our hair-part’s elevation?
Alas, my gel, there’s a lot we lack
Besides a middle part and a bun in the bark.
—Ethel Jacobsen.
Simila from Ray Sinatra—
Shiny a* the head of a Fili
pino at a dime-a-dance hall.
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HE VANISHED WITH
THE MOHICANS
(Personal—Sat. Review.)
PAGING—A gentleman of sweet
reasonableness in this mun
dane world. Middle-aged, un
attached, fond of books, open
fires, thinking, and liesurely
conversation via letters.
“MclhinLs tin actor I will be,”
Cried Willie’s dad; “Come
Will, cue me.”
‘‘I’ll cue you Pa,” said Will,
serene—
Then bmmppd n poo! s*>rk off
Pop's bean.
—Eddie Conrad.
Simile—
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