Needham High School - Advocate Yearbook (Needham, MA)

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THE ADVOCATE f2ll thrown back while her hair is thoroughly shampooed. Then, dripping, she goes to the wave-settingl' chair where after slapping thick, gooey wave-set on our heroineis tresses, the hair-dresser skillfully manipulates the aforementioned tresses and creates an astound- ingly symmetrical wave, tending, almost, to affect everyone with mal de mer. Since the back, after a careful survey of -its possibilities, has been declared long enough, it is twisted into countless curls, and the tip ends down by the nape of the neck are done up on cute little aluminum curlers. These Hcuten curlers are almost unbearably tight, and pull very inconsideratelyfbut what price beauty! After a hair net has been carefully adjusted, the heroine is taken to chair number three where she basks in the heat of an electric 'fwhoosizw during the interminable period of drying. Again she reads of the secret passions of Greta Garbo, and the sweet ultominessv of Alice White. By the time the wave is dry, she has memorized the contents of each of the dozen magazines. She now return to the other chair and, the finishing touches having been administered, she is allowed to leave, stretching cramped limbs, but rejoicing in the loss of the Mcutew curlers and the heat. Since her hair must not be touched before the next day, what a night she spends! Hair pinsl hairpins stick in everywhere, and the mess of curls at the back furnishes an imme- diate headache if lain upon. What agonies are endured in trying to refrain from muss- ing a single hair! After this comforting rest comes the dawn and a chance to do a little in the combing-out process. Gingerly grasp- ing the comb, she pokes and pushes here, there, and everywhere, and following horrible moments of suspense, emerges in a stunning coiffure. All is blissful during this first day, and many are the admiring compliments bestowed. Alas, could this rapture but re- main! Next day peculiar kinks appear and it is an impossibility to replace refractory hairs. From then on matters go steadily from bad to Worse, and for at least a week her hair resembles that of a shorn lamb, with nothing but ragged ends. Already there is talk of a second trip to the beauty parlor, the agonies of its predeces- sors completely forgotten l SCARVES AND FACES Eleanor Caldwell, '33 A pert little scarf frames a piquant face And adds to its charm a flattering grace, A face that shows no sign of cares, But only a life of ease declares. A dark woolen muffler thatis made for wear Half covers a face deep-lined with care, A rugged face, so kind, so true- A. gift that is allowed to few. A FAIR EXCHANGE Phyllis Brown, '33 Marcia slowly rose, with what she fondly hoped was a dramatic air. ulim sorry, Tommy, awfully sorry, but you know I'd never planned to marry young, and since Mr. Dexter has been so encouraging, I have de- cided that l should think of the public, and my careerf, g'W'ell, if thatfs the way you feel about it I guess we,re quits. You can't expect me to wait forever, you knowf, Marcia smiled, and thought to herself that he wouldn't go until she wanted him to. Aloud she murmured, sadly, HlVlaybe weid better say good-bye now, then, Tommyf, c'Good-bye. Tommy whirled and stamped from the room to run squarely into lVIarcia's younger sister, Sally, who apparently had been listening to their conversation. 6'Well,7, exclaimed Sally, al suppose you'll l

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IZOJ THE ADVOCATE found indifference. Now you know that I have countless songs in my head, and why canit I have a sudden inspiration as well as that man in the article? If youill help me write my song-after I get an inspiration, I'll hint very subtly to Eleanor that you're crazy about her. Or we can halve the spoilsf, she finished generously. G'Sure, Illl help you write your song when fand if you get an inspiration, but you keep out of my affairs. We'll divide the spoilsf' The next morning at precisely ten minutes past five Kenneth raised himself sleepily up on his elbow at the sound of ,lanie's apologetic voice at his door. '4Are you asleep, Kenny? Iam terribly sorry but I have something important to tell youf' Kenneth, prepared for a fire or a sudden death, jumped quickly to the door. I've had my inspirationln Ja n i e announced. Between them they finally finished writing the tune down. Kenneth had a rather unholy twinkle in his eye, but Janie was too rapt up in her uinspirationw to notice. At eleven o'clock she dashed out of the house toward the Goldberg Music Company, humming merrily HHappy Days Are Here Again,'7 and carrying her precious Minspira- tionw under her arm. When she arrived at the music store she asked for an interview with Mr. Goldberg and sat down beside a radio to wait. The announcer was announc- ing that the next number was to be the newest song-hit, L'Maybe I Made a Mistakef' The orchestra played the opening bars of a haunting melody, and Janie suddenly sat erect, for her own song, that song she had thought to be an inspiration, came to her shocked ears. For a moment she felt as though she might cry as she saw both the lovely dress and her self-esteem float off into space. Then she rose abruptly and walked out of the store humming sadly, Maybe I Made a Mistake. ONE THING CERTAIN Albert W. Hopson, fr., 733 I surely am no poet And the fact that you all know it, Will enable you to see What a hx it is for me, When dear teacher says quite gayly, Yvrite some Milton or some Daly. Of a feeling we're to write, But my good life4'tis so tritefg Yields forth these humble letters To impress upon my betters, That no matter how they look. Theyill not see me a Rupert Brooke. .IOYS OF A FINGER WAVE Marjorie Lunsford, 733 A gala occasion exciting eager anticipa- tion, an overwhelming desire to look oneis very best upon said occasion, a ways and means consultation with onels weekly allow- ance to discover what drastic measures will be necessary under present circumstances, net result-an excursion to the nearest beauty parlor-Hwhere Sue got her permanent, you knowl' - for a general refurnishing of Womanls crowning glory. Oh, yes, a frenzied hunt through the telephone book, and our young heroine makes her appointment for Thursday afternoon, three-thirty sharp. Always punctual, she arrives at her Mecca on the dot, and is assured by a smiling hairdresser, Not more than two minutesfi Grabbing the nearest magazine, 'clfilm I7un,', she resignedly waits, critically observing the prograss of various embryo waves, as she scans the doings of the stars After the two minutes have graduated to eighteen or twenty, she is informed by the still-smiling hair-dresser that all is in readi- ness for the operation. A First she is led to a low chair where her neck is twisted out of shape and her head

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l'22j THE ADVOCATE be back tomorrow, you poor nut! No won- der Marcia prefers that Dexter idiot, he's never to be depended upon and is very ro- mantic, donlt you think?'7 Without giving him a chance to answer she continued. Men are so foolish anyway. They expect a girl to be reasonable. If you really want Marcia, let me give you some advicef, HYou being an expert on affairs of the heart, I suppose, Tommy cut in, sarcasti- cally. '4Well, I know a darned sight more than you do, anywayf, retorted Sally. Listen, here are two ideas-the first, the old jeal- ousy gag-H which probably wouldn't be so good. Marcia would dramatize it and enjoy being a broken-hearted heroine so much that sheid let the other girl have youf, 4'In that case,'7 interrupted Tommy, 'cshe can't love me anyway, if she did, sheld be jealousf' c'Did she ever say she loved you? No! I thought notfdon't interrupt again. The second idea is to show up Mr. Dexter in some way so that she would naturally turn to you as an exact opposite. Make her real- ize that she had no acting ability and she might come to her senses. The only thing to do is make her realize that sheis making a fool of herself--and she certainly isf, 4'But how? Tommy inquired. Wait, lim coming to that. I have a friend who is very clever at impersonations. I'll get her to take the part of a very countrified girl whom Mr. Dexter had promised to put on the stage if she ever came to New York. She will act so dumb and so awkward and rave so much about her career and her dra- matic ability, as extolled by Mr. Dexter, that Marcia will realize that Mr. Dexter is prob- ably only laughing at her. Then she may come to her sensesf' Aw, razzleberriesll' cut in Tommy, ullm going home. HAII right then, so long, Tommyf' And Sally grinned mockingly. 'gWell, go ahead then. When will I be able to see Marcia again to have her fall on my neck? asked Tommy, icily. HShe ought to be in about that stage next Mondayf, prophesied Sally. L'Come over thenf' MOK., but I don't think it will work. So long Sallyf' And Tommy was gone, slam- ming the door noisily. Sally sat down in a chair and said to her- self, uWhat a pity heis wasted on Marcia. Why should she want him anyway? Heis much more suited to mefoh well, here goes! And she reached for the telephone. Tommy, on the way home thought HI hope it works, I hope it works, and tried to pic- ture her blond perfection, but somehow everytime it would be Sallyis saucy face he visualized. A week slowly dragged by while Tommy buried himself in work to keep away from the telephone. At last Monday arrived and he dashed for Marcia's but on the way he thought, Gosh, it is awfully sweet of Sally to do this. Really I ought to do something for her. Maybe I'll introduce her to Don, he ought to like her. Great guns hereis the house! Whatlll I say? He entered the hall and again ran into Sally, a regular collision, which shook them both up. He threw an arm around her to steady her and suddenly looked at her. She tried to hide her face, but not before held seen she'd been crying. nSally, he said, surprised, uYou,ve been crying. Whatis the matter? i' 6'Nothing much,'7 she answered. 'LYou- y0u'd better go in to Marcia, she's in the other roomfj Sally started to move but found she couldn't. Tom1ny's arms were still around her. 'GMarcia be darnedi' said Tommy, sud- denly discovering that Sally had long lashes and very blue eyes. uSaIly, I-I-look at me, Sally! Sally, I'm going to kiss you. MNO, donitll' cried Sally, and looked at him.