Judge — October 28, 1922 — page 4: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Drawn by GILBERT WILKINSON. Love-sick Girl (to Photograph)—You darling, you just wonderful, perfect boy, how I’d love to—! Her Pal—Not so loud, Tess! in the morning. Sensations of the Newly-bobbed brain, until, when the car stopped. nd {to Fall to the Waist— by Pearl Spaulding OBBING one’s —like Matrimony or ‘ And when the “bobbe passed the Flapper St evinced no particular the gravity of the procedure become: speakable. There is apparently no earthly excuse for the bob. But the sub-conscious yearning is there many times unsuspected. »s a few cravings for a Rolls- Royce or a radio outfit—the little demon lies in wait, until some one dropping a chance word of suggestion regarding coif- fures, makes it bob up, so to speak, and causes the helpless victim to rush to the rdresser’s and plead for their One honest, God-fearing damsel of more or less sensible years, who had compla- cently watched friends go through the bobbing epidemic, thinking herself im- . bitten by the bobbing bug during a harmless afternoon’s motor Buzz-buzz went the idea in her mune, was sudd If the maid hears you she'll be leaving shaving water outside this door she was knocking down helpless women and decrepit Western Union messengers in her mad race to the hairdresser: When one is once actually ed in the air, with the the Bobbing Expert, a modern version of the Court Execu- tioner, casting hungry looks at your luxurious locks, prepare to get the thrill that comes daylight-saving lifetime. goes the scissors of the Bobbing ert and off comes a huge hunk of cherished hair. Says the B. E.: “TI always do the first one quickly, knowing that aust make you feel sort of queer.” Queer—there is no word that describes that first sensation. It’s a cross between taking a nose-dive \ ing cheeks- atouch of col a eyes dds as Drawn by Koser. from the Woolworth Building or running off with the family chauffeur. FTER your convalescence from the initial collapse, the a certain un- wholesome fascination in watching the rest of the mowing process. There seems to be nothing to break the shock of a dignified coiffure emerging into a boyish clip. But presently the hot irons come to the rescue, bringing salvation in. their wake. The fainting spirit of the Newly- Bobbed begins not only to re , but to take little swank as she sees several ppear under the deft touch of Feeling very much like a prize poodle ora Hungarian violinist, one fares forth into the cold, hard, world and up against the varied comments of one’s frien y most of the men. But, oh, the women! In a most peculiar atmosphere punctuated bythe: dotted lines of their disap proval, one is eyed from all angles with secret hostility that you have beaten them to this monstrous thing, for nine women out of ten, unconsciously or otherwise, have a repressed hankering for a Bob: Suddenly you:begin to realize what'a rash step you have taken so light-heart- edly. But hiding any outward signs of re: ble and neat.”