Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 28, 1928 — page 126: what you’re looking at

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

Just Relax, Please By ROSE HENDERSON Showing how close to tragedy one may come by deferring the making of a social call ENDING over the bandaged chin and recumbent form of a fat, fussy woman in Mme. Rejan’s beauty parlors, Annette Gaynor lifted one slim heel from her slim patent- leather pump and said “ damn” under her breath. It was four o’clock of a more than busy afternoon. Annette’s feet hurt abominably, her eyes ached, her arms ached and a dull pain crept through her shoulders. Yet no frown marred the delicately plucked brows, no petulant droop curved her red lips, no single sign of discomfort lined her lovely face. She whirled the reclining chair closer to the green lacquered table full of bot- tles and cold cream jars and dropped her heel back into her pump. Annette was the dainty, perfect at- tendant and her fragile blond loveli- ness contributed notably to the beauty parlor’s atmosphere of eternal youth. Mme. Rejan was strong on atmosphere and she preached in a thousand ways the beguiling fairy tale of eternal youth. “ Now, just relax,” murmured An- nette, in the firm but soothing tones which madame required of her as- sistants. She patted cold cream into the flabby muscles below her patient’s eyes and then applied an ice-pack. She removed the pack and daubed on a delicately scented astringent. She took off the bandage and mas- saged the flesh of chin and throat with a clever electrical contrivance. As ‘Annette put the buzzing electrical thing away the fat woman heaved her shoulders higher on the padded reclin- ing chair and began to chatter. “Now, my dear, if you’ll treat my shoulders a bit. The left one pains me at times. The circulation isn’t very good, I’m afraid. My daughter says—” b 586 “Hell!” said Annette under her breath, “TI can’t stand her talking to- CONNIE OOOLK<S (C@